We salute you!" And then Tom took off his hat.

"Three cheers for Sir Tubbs!" he called loudly.
The cheers were given with a will, and a tiger added.

Poor Tubbs was almost stricken dumb, and commenced to mop the perspiration from his forehead.
"Don't crowd so close!" cried Tom, warningly.

"His Lordship must have air! He isn't used to so much excitement! Stand back! Now then, into the carriage, if you please!" And into the turnout went poor Tubbs, and the next instant his hat was snatched from his head and a tall, white beaver was placed in its stead.

Then several medals of tin and brass were pinned to his coat, and the crowd set up a riotous cheering.
"Hurrah for Sir Tubbs!" "My, what an honor for Brill!" "Nothing like having a real nobleman for a student!" "Away we go! Pile in, boys!" cried Tom, and then there was a crack of a whip, and off the strange turnout started, with poor Tubbs on the seat looking more bewildered than ever, and followed by the great carryall with the yelling and singing students who had come to greet him..