“Ready, Ready, sure and steady,
He’s a bird!
He’s a rusher, he’s a crusher,
He’s a wonder—yes, by thunder,
He’s a bird!”
Of course, the sophomores were exasperated beyond measure. For some time the freshmen had been growing bolder and bolder, despite several lessons administered to them by the sophomores, and they seemed to take this occasion to show their lack of fear and their feeling of perfect independence. Ready sat complaisantly on the shoulders of his classmates, waving his hat on the end of a cane. It was certain that he enjoyed his notoriety, yet he seemed to regard the whole thing from a humorous point of view.
“Behold great Cæsar!” he cried. “I will now give you a faithful and lifelike representation of his entry into Rome, New York. Keep your admiring eyes glued upon me. For this purpose I would recommend LeFarges’ liquid glue, sold everywhere at retail for ten cents a bottle.”
Frank Merriwell and a group of his particular friends saw all this.
“Isn’t it enough to make any one tired!” exclaimed Diamond.
“I don’t know,” laughed Frank. “I believe we used to act like that when we were freshmen.”