“Hi ’ave tried hit hon two fellows, hand hit didn’t go hat hall.”
“What fellows?”
“Jolliby and Buckhart.”
“No wonder it didn’t go!” said Ted. “Those chaps are too dense to see the point. Come on with me up to Merriwell’s room. Some of the fellows are going up there. Just you spring it there and see if you don’t make a big hit with it.”
So Bradley was led away to Dick’s room, where some of the boys had gathered, it being a general gathering-place for the football-team. Singleton was there, lounging comfortably on a Morris chair. Merriwell was talking to Dare and Douglass. Buckhart and Jolliby had dropped in.
“Give it to them right off the reel,” urged Ted, in a whisper to Billy.
“Hi say, fellows,” said Bradley, “what his the longest word hin the Henglish language?”
Jolliby and Buckhart looked at each other in disgust.
“What it is, William?” grunted Singleton.
“Give it up?” asked Bradley.