They were at it, and for a little while there was a whirling mass of snow, arms, and legs, with a head bobbing out now and then. Ready stood by and serenely whooped his encouragement.
“It seems good to have the little idiots back again,” Jack remarked to Merriwell.
“Idiots?”
“That’s my pet name for them. Yale has seemed lonesome, somehow, without them.”
The pair of snow images into which Bink and Danny were transformed had ceased fighting and were again joking. Danny came over to Inza and again shook her hand.
“Bink is staying in New York now, you know. You haven’t any idea of how foolish and sentimental he has become. Why, he’s actually fallen in love with an heiress down there. The other day he went to the father of his honeysuckle and asked the old gent for the hand of his daughter.”
“Of course he instantly consented,” was Inza’s smiling comment.
“Well, he wasn’t in a hurry, and I don’t think he’ll give his consent now. He told Bink that before he answered his question he’d like to know a little more about him, and asked him what was his station. And will you believe it, the idiot said that he usually got off at Hyde Park!”
“You’ll get off the earth in a little while!” Bink squeaked, catching the last words.
“We’ll have to get into the hockey-match,” said Frank, looking at his watch. “We’re nearly an hour late.”