Policemen kept back the standing mass of spectators, or those in the rear would have pressed those in advance forward upon the field.
A few of those in the rear had obtained boxes or stools, upon which they were standing in order to look over the heads of those before them. A wagon was covered with spectators; they were standing on the spokes of the wheels.
The excitement and the eager anticipation was most intense. It betrayed itself on every face.
Not far from the point where the mass of Yale blue was thickest two lads were talking. One wore the blue, the other wore the crimson. The first was Sport Harris, and the other was Rolf Harlow, who had been forced to leave Harvard after being exposed as a crooked gambler.
"Every dollar is up," said Harlow, gleefully. "We are in to win a good pile on this game if what you say is right."
"What I have told you is straight."
"Marline can't play?"
"No."
"Ott is a poor man?"
"Sure."