Parson laughed at this compliment.
“You mean I always get into the rows,” said he.
“Anyhow, I don’t suppose the Skyrockets will show up again this term,” said Telson.
“They certainly did not get much encouragement last time,” said Riddell, laughing. “You know I don’t think you fellows do yourselves justice in things like that. Fellows get to think the only thing you’re good at is a row.”
“Fact is,” said Parson, “Telson thought we’d been so frightfully snubbed this term, we kids, that he said we ought to stick up for ourselves.”
“I said that?” cried Telson. “Why, you know it was you said it!”
“By the way,” said Parson, “wasn’t there to be a special meeting of the House to-day, for something or other?”
Telson looked rather uncomfortable, and then said, “Yes, I heard so. I fancy it’s about you, somehow,” added he, addressing Riddell.
“About me?” asked the captain.
“Yes—to kick you out, or something,” said Telson; “but Parson and I mean to go and vote against it.”