"Why, hanged if it isn't the fellow who turned tail and ran!" cried one of the seniors.
"Yes, Percival. Didn't you see that?" said Mellor.
"So it is," came in a chorus.
"The noble champion of the Gargoyles—ho, ho!" cried the senior.
"Ho, ho!" came in a chorus, and they commenced dancing round Paul, in a wilder, madder fashion than before. "Ho, ho, ho! The noble champion of the Gargoyles."
"'And he bared his big right arm,'" cried one, when this chorus had ceased.
"And cried aloud, 'Come on,'" shouted another.
"Come one, come all, this rock shall fly
From its firm base sooner than I!"
shouted a third.
A scream of laughter greeted this sally, and then the dancing was resumed to the old chorus.