"You know me better than to ask the question. Just the same, I am sorry you bet," said Dick.
"I'm going to treat the boys as soon as I get the chance," went on Powell. "Six dollars will buy a whole lot of ice cream and cake, not to mention soda and candy and peanuts." And then he began to hum to himself:
"Peanuts and candy and raspberry ice,
Chocolate cake, and all that's nice,
Ev'ry student can come if he will.
And ev'ry student can eat his fill!"
"I believe you'd sing at a funeral," said Dick, laughing.
"I wouldn't sing at my own funeral," answered Powell, and stalked off, humming as gayly as ever.
The remainder of the day passed quietly enough, although by the whispering in various tents it was easy to see that something unusual was in the air.
"Hazing to-night, as sure as guns," said Major Larry to one of the officers.
"Shall we arrest the hazers?" asked the officer, with a twinkle in his eye.
"You must obey orders," answered the youthful major, non-committally, since he had given no orders on the subject.
He could well remember his first year in camp,
