"Good work!"
"Hooray for you!"
Almost immediately Regan received the eighth tap for Bones, and went for his room amidst the thundering cheers of a popular choice.
"Well, here we are, Dink," said Hungerford.
"You're next."
About them the curious spectators pressed, staring up into their faces for any sign of emotion, struggling to reach them, with the dramatic instinct of the crowd. Four more elections were given out by Bones—only three places remained.
"That settles me," said Stover between his teeth. "If they wanted me I'd gone among the first. Joe's going to get last place—bully for him. He's the best fellow in the class."
He folded his arms and smiled with the consciousness of a decision accepted. He saw Hungerford's face, and the agony of suspense to his sensitive nerves.
"Cheer up, Joe, it's last place for you."