CHAPTER XXII
HITTING A BULLY
Blank looks of surprise, astonishment, relief and anger at the manner in which they had been deceived, struggled for mastery over the faces of the Freshmen. The two seniors walked in, looked coolly about, as though the whole affair had been arranged for their especial entertainment and inspection, and then calmly took two vacant seats near the head of the improvised banquet table, which is to say the bed.
“Ah, very cozy and comfortable here; eh Ward?” observed Merton.
“Indeed yes. The old Romans weren’t in it with these chaps. They don’t recline at table, but make their table on the recline! Ha! Ha! Joke! Everybody laugh!”
There was a grim silence, at which the Seniors seemed surprised. They looked around at the banqueters.
“Well, why don’t you laugh?” demanded Ward. “Don’t you Freshies know what’s good for you?”
“Ha! Ha!” burst out Bill, as much in relief at not finding McNibb in their midst, as at the alleged joke.