That's only a suggestion on my part, as I told you, and you can do
as you please about it."
"I don't please to do it," replied Peter John sulkily.
"What's the 'chariot' you spoke of, Allen?" inquired Will.
"Oh, it's only an old hay wagon. It's been the custom for some of the
freshmen to haul the officers of the senior class around in it. It
doesn't amount to much, but honestly I think it will be a good thing for
you to do it."
"All right, you can count on me," said Will quickly.
"I don't want to count on that from you. I've something else for you and
Bennett to do."
"What's that?"
"I'll explain it to you." And Allen at once went into the details of the
scheme he proposed. Both Will and Foster laughed as he laid it before
them, and willingly consented to do their part. Peter John, however,
said not a word, and when the visitors prepared to depart, Allen said,
"You're to assemble at the gym, you know, and the parade will be formed
in front of it on the street. It'll march up Main Street, down East End
Avenue, around through Walker Street, up West Street, across Drury Lane
and then back into Main Street and then on down to the ball ground.
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