"Zat is an insult to me!" spluttered the Frenchman, as Sam hurried him on.
"Don't mind 'em. They don't know what they're saying," was Sam's comment.
"Vy do they shout for dot frog-eating nation?" inquired Mr. Garlach of Jack.
"Mistake I guess," was the reply. "The boys are not very good on language yet."
Then, before either of the instructors could protest, they found themselves side by side, being carried along in a press of students who marched around the academy, singing at the top of their voices, and each one rendering a different air.
"Whoop! Isn't this great!" shouted Jack in Nat's ear.
"The best ever!" was the answer. "It only happens once in a lifetime!"
But all things must have an end, and at last the grand march came to a close. The students fairly outdid themselves, and had to halt every now and then to rest from the combined exertion of laughing and leaping as they paraded.
"Three cheers for Washington Hall!" called Jack.
The volume of sound was deafening.