"Forget it, Snips," answered Sam. "What did the fellows do with those banners?"
"Lentwell has them. He is keeping them for you. I suppose you'll nail them up in your den?"
"Surest thing you know!"
"Maybe the freshies and sophs will want them back," put in another youth in the crowd.
"Not much! They can have them back after I graduate next June," answered Sam. "They have got to understand—— Stop it, fellows, stop it! I don't want to—— Well, if you've got to, I suppose I'll have to submit." And an instant later Sam found himself hoisted up on the shoulders of several stalwart seniors, who tramped around and around the college campus with him while all the other seniors, and also the juniors, cheered wildly and waved their caps.
"Doesn't that make you feel proud, Sam?" asked Spud, during a lull in the proceedings.
"It sure does, Spud," was the quick reply. "I've only got one regret—that Dick and Tom aren't here to share this victory with us."
"Yes, it's a shame. And just to think of it, after next June, when we graduate, we'll all be scattered here, there, and everywhere, and the good old times at Brill will be a thing of the past."
"Don't mention such things," put in Stanley. "It makes me sick clean to the heels every time I think of it. But I suppose college days can't last forever. We've got to go out into the world, just as our fathers did before us."
"Yes, and I've got to get into business," answered Sam. "I want to help father, as well as Dick and Tom, all I can."