Suddenly there was a shout out on the campus. Tom looked from the window.
“What is it?” asked Sid.
“They’re getting ready for the procession and the bonfires along the river. Come on.”
The two chums rushed downstairs, Phil Clinton joining them on the way. Out on the green was a throng of students, every one in the college.
“Three cheers for Tom Parsons, the best pitcher that ever tossed a ball!” called some one.
How the yells resounded again and again, with innumerable tigers and other wild and ferocious beasts added!
“Fall in! fall in! Down to the fires along the river!” commanded Captain Woodhouse. “Oh, but this is a great day!”
“That’s what,” added Ford Fenton. “My uncle says——”
But his voice was drowned in the shout that followed, and then came that inspiring song, “Aut vincere aut mori.”
And many fires of victory blazed along Sunny River that night.