Bruce Browning appeared.
"Hey, Brownie!" cried some one on the platform. "How's your corns?"
"Sore," answered the big fellow. "Strained 'em cheering for Yale."
Bink Stubbs came forth riding astride Puss Parker's shoulders. Somewhere on the train he had captured a silk hat that was much too large for him, and it had dropped down over his head to his ears, which were lopped forward by the weight of it. In the hatband was stuck the short staff of a small flag. Bink had a horn, and he blew a hoarse blast the moment he was outside the car.
"Where'd you get that horn?" called a voice.
"This horn's nothing," returned the little fellow. "I've had about twenty horns besides this, and still my neck is dry."
Four fellows came off the car, carrying a fifth. They held their caps in their hands, and were as mournful and sad-appearing as possible. The one who was carried had a big white placard on his breast. On the card were these words:
"I bet a dime on Harvard, and dropped dead after the game!"
It was not an easy thing to carry him down the steps, but the mournful-appearing bearers succeeded in doing the trick.
Dismal Jones came forth from the car. He was holding a handkerchief to his eyes and pretending to weep.