"My eye, that certainly is a pretty sight, eh, Somers?"
A very tall, thin youth standing close by uttered this exclamation.
"Hello, John Hackett!"
"Hello! Say, you fellows look like a minstrel show! What's happened?"
"Didn't you see us hauling out stuff from the president's room, and helping to carry water?"
"My eye! Were you in that—and Chubby, too?"
"Of course," replied the stout boy. "Look, fellows, there goes the water."
A swish and a hiss sounded, as a heavy stream suddenly poured upon the cupola. The flames slowly began to die down, and a great cheer arose from the crowd.
"Must be an awful mess inside," observed Hackett, meditatively. "Isn't it too bad?"
"Yes! and it knocks us out of study for about two months," replied Dave Brandon.