I, which in their turn stood for the words Guess It. Dave and his chums were all members of this society, which was kept up mainly for the fun of initiating new members.
"The Gee Eyes meet to-night, Dave," said Buster Beggs on Friday morning. "Big affair—initiation of six new members. You must be on hand."
"I think I had better go to bed—so as to be in good trim for the football game," answered Dave.
"Oh, no, you must come!" pleaded Buster. "Phil and Roger, and all the old crowd have promised to be there."
"Well, I'll be on hand if you'll promise not to keep us out after twelve o'clock, Buster. The eleven has got to get its sleep, remember that."
"All right, we'll try to cut it short," answered Buster Beggs, who, this term, was the leader of the society, or Right Honorable Muck-a-Muck, as he was called.
"What are you going to do?" questioned Dave.
"That's a secret, Dave. But it will make you laugh. We are going to initiate the whole six at one time."
"Very well, I'll be there."
"One thing more, Dave," went on Buster, in a low voice. "Keep this from Nat Poole."
"But he is a member," urged Dave. "He has a right to know."
