Begorra, Oi think ye’re moighty plazin’!
Arran, go ’way, go wid ye, go ’way, go wid ye, go ’way, go wid ye, go on!”
Just as he finished the chorus, the fellow across the table lifted a siphon bottle of seltzer, aimed it at him, and sent the stream full and fair into his mouth, knocking him backward upon his chair, amid great applause.
CHAPTER XII.
A TEST OF NERVE.
Jack Ready usually had something to say when anything happened, but now he could not say a word. He choked and strangled and coughed, while the students hammered on the table and shouted with laughter.
“Great!” they cried; “simply great! Give us more! Hurrah! hurrah!”
Ready continued to cough. With the table-cloth he wiped some of the seltzer out of his eyes, but he could not speak.
“Ha! ha! ha!” roared the students. “That was a fine climax to the song!”
Jack nodded grimly, and the queer expression on his face provoked another burst of laughter. Surely he was the queerest freshman any of those present had ever seen. The man who had squirted the seltzer seemed to feel that he had done a very fine trick, for he screamed with laughter, hanging onto his sides.