The last of June is approaching fast, and that brings
commencement. Diamond, Rattleton, Browning, Gamp, Dismal, Danny, Bink,
and a lot more will leave Yale forever in June."
The reflection touched Bart's fiery heart.
"All right," he said. "Go ahead!" and walked after Merriwell.
Willis Paulding, the Anglomaniac, passed them, going in the direction of
the large hotel across the way.
"Mud on the bloon--I mean blood on the moon!" exclaimed Rattleton, as
Bart and Merry came up.
"What's up?" Frank asked.
"Paulding and the Chickering set are up--there!" said Danny, pointing to
some upper windows of the hotel. "They are having a big feed to-night."
"Drinking tea and smoking cigarettes," explained Bruce.
"I've invited every fellow here to attend that banquet with me," Ready
jovially declared. "But not a soul will accept the invitation. They
fancy their heads aren't hard enough for that kind of drinking!"
"Bub-bub-better get an invitation yourself fuf-first!" Gamp stuttered.
"Oh, I circulate everywhere, like first-class currency. Want to go up
and take a peep with me, Merriwell? I'd give a V any time to hear one of
those fellows respond to a toast! Come along. What d'ye say? I'll be the
pilot."
But Merriwell was no more in the mood for such an escapade than the
other members of the "flock.
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