“Oh, you know what I mean, Tom. It’s bang-up.”
“It sure is that!” cried Sam, as one of the rockets exploded with a loud report.
“Here are some packages of red lights,” said Tom. “I want every fellow here to take one and light it. Then we’ll form a procession and march around the buildings.”
“That’s the talk!” cried Stanley. “Say, if we only had a band!”
“I’ll go and git my drum,” cried Max, who chanced to own one.
“And I’ll get my bugle,” added a student who possessed such an instrument.
By the time the drum and bugle were brought the red lights were lit, and amid a general cheering the students got into line and the march around the college buildings began.
“Come on in, Dudd!” cried Dick, to Flockley, who stood looking on, and he passed over a red light which the student took rather unwillingly. “Everybody in this march!”
Around and around the buildings marched the students. William Philander Tubbs wanted to keep out of the procession, but he was caught by Sam and Tom and made to carry a flag consisting of an old red sweater tied to the handle of a broom. Other boys carried the college colors, and they added to the din with tin horns and wooden rattles.
“My! but this is disgraceful!” muttered Professor Sharp, in disgust.