“I’d like to know how you managed that fellow the way you did,” said Jim presently.
“Who? Gary?” asked Gil. “Well, not to make a mystery of it, Hazard, we all belong to the same society, Plato, and in Plato every fellow is supposed to act decently. Bull wasn’t acting decently and he knew it.”
“Oh, do you have societies here?” asked Jim.
“Four,” was the reply. “There’s Plato, which is the best, and to which Endicott and I belong—”
“Also Bull Gary,” said Poke dryly. “But Bull was an accident.”
“And Pindar, Homer and Hesiod,” continued Gil.
“Are they secret societies? How does a fellow get into them?”
“Yes, they’re secret. And a fellow doesn’t get into them; he’s taken in. Each society has from thirty to forty members. New members are taken in each year during Winter Term.”
“I see,” said Jim, moving the ladder to a new location. “I thought maybe you could be proposed and get in that way.”