There was a sudden hush, and all eyes were fastened on Will, who turned red.
“He is a stranger,” said Jack quickly, “but we are going to cure that. Boys of Washington Hall—the top-notchers—the élite—the high-rollers—the cream of the bunch—allow me to present my friend Bill Williams. He is one of us, though I didn’t know it until to-day. I’m giving this blowout in his honor. Henceforth he is one of us, and in token of that we will dub him not William, but Bill, which has a more kindly sound. Fellows, salute our new member!”
CHAPTER IX
AN ALARM OF FIRE
There was a moment’s pause after Jack’s announcement, then, as one, the assembled lads bowed to Will, or, as he was to be more affectionately called, Bill. He blushed with pleasure at the new sensation of having friends.
“New member of the Irrepressibles, we, who are about to dine, salute thee!” exclaimed Sam.
“We sure do, and now, if the salutin’ ceremony is over, let’s eat,” suggested Bob Movel.
“Wait until Fred gives us a tune,” came from Nat. “Jumping gewhillikins, but they always have music at a banquet!”
“Then don’t let Fred play—if you want music,” said Sam, dodging behind Jack to be out of the musical student’s reach.