His aspect was so ludicrous that the merriment of the party was augmented.
"Somebody ought to shoot it and put it out of its misery," said Buckhart.
"That’s what you get, Scudder, for playing the spy, and it serves you right," said Steve Nunn. "Perhaps this will teach you a lesson. You were trying to watch our private practise for no good reason. I haven’t a doubt that you would give away our plays if you could. You’re so mean that you’d like to see Fardale beaten, just because you happen to dislike somebody on the team, and that prevents anybody from having sympathy with you now."
"Oh, how can you talk to him so!" exclaimed Teddy Smart.
"Hereafter," grunted Bob Singleton, "we’ll have to call him the Scented Plebe."
"Eggscellent!" said Smart. "But I think it too harsh. Hen Fruit would be an eggstry fine name for him. I think no one can take eggsceptions to that."
"I suggest Eggs as terse and applicable," put in Dick Merriwell, "and I hereby christen him Eggs."
"That’s perfectly rotten!" from Smart.
"Let me take him," urged Old Joe.
"Take him," said Buckhart. "I don’t think anybody else wants him."