“Oh, go use some salt!” Danny flung back at him.
“What in the dickens did you mean by that?” Bink asked, when an opportunity offered. “Use some salt!”
“I meant for him to get off the ice,” Danny chuckled. “Salt or ashes, either one. I simply happened to think of salt first.”
Then the two marched on, singing:
“Oh, our Merry is the lad, boys!
Rally round him true!
Beating the battle-drum of Eli.
He’s the best that Yale has had, boys,
Rally round him, do!
You’ll never see another at Old Eli.