When at last evening came, and they went up to the Seventh Regiment Armory for the great contest, they felt that with the possible exception of Mellor, everything was in as good condition as could be hoped for Yale victories.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE WRESTLER.
There was an immense crowd in the Seventh Regiment Armory that evening. Nearly everybody present was a friend of one or another of the colleges represented in the contests, and excitement ran high.
The seating had been arranged so that Yale students and their friends occupied a solid tier of seats upon the side of the hall near the center.
Directly across the hall, in a similar tier, were the students and friends of Harvard.
On the same side with Yale was the Cornell crowd, and directly opposite them the Princeton crowd.
The rest of the spectators sat as near their favorite college as they could, with the result that long before any of the games began, the building fairly roared with college cries mingled together, each crowd trying to outdo the others.
It seemed as if there would be no lungs or voices left to cheer the athletes, but if any one had such a fear it must have been because he was not acquainted with students' voices.