Bingham glared, while the others chuckled, with the exception of Ready himself, who looked very grave and innocent.
“You’ll get salted some time!” growled the big sophomore. “You need it, too, for you’re awfully fresh.”
“Sorry I can’t say the same about the ancient maid you were blowing to birds and fizz last eve, Bing, old mark,” purred Ready.
“She was simply an old flame of mine,” asserted Ralph, finding a seat.
“I thought so when I saw her hair,” nodded Jack. “I cried: ‘Fire, fire!’ Gamp was with me, and he says: ‘Wh-wh-wh-where is the fuf-fuf-fuf-fire?’ Then I pointed out your old flame.”
“That reminds me that she said something when she looked up and saw you and Gamp approaching,” observed Bingham carelessly.
“What did she say?” eagerly asked Jack, hastening to put his foot into the trap.
“She said: ‘Hello! things are coming my way,’” answered the satisfied sophomore, crossing his legs.
Then the entire party shouted with laughter, for it was not often that Ready, the practical joker, was caught in such an easy manner.