"But not a soul will accept the invitation.

They fancy their heads aren't hard enough for that kind of drinking!" "Bub-bub-better get an invitation yourself fuf-first!" Gamp stuttered.
"Oh, I circulate everywhere, like first-class currency.

Want to go up and take a peep with me, Merriwell?
I'd give a V any time to hear one of those fellows respond to a toast! Come along.

What d'ye say?
I'll be the pilot." But Merriwell was no more in the mood for such an escapade than the other members of the "flock." Thereupon, Ready skipped across the street himself and disappeared within the hotel.
Merriwell and his friends walked down the street, and in the course of half an hour returned to that corner.

Then they saw Ready at one of the upper windows, looking down at them.