"Do you think you can take it?" repeated the other.
"Well, Hill, Parker will have to work for it," said the heavy weight, indulgently. "Why? Would you like to take my place? I'd be glad to resign in your favor."
"All right," said Hill, simply. He began pulling up his sweater.
"Go on and sit down and stop your nonsense." It was hard to stand horse-play at such a moment, when your whole class was cheering for you outside.
"I ain't fooling," said the big farmer, with his arms still in the sweater, his head and body out.
"Hurry, Bush," said one of the juniors at the window. "The sophs have yelled across at me that they are ready."
"All right," said Bushforth, lacing his Jersey as he started for the door. He forgot to answer the other freshman.
"Wait a minute," said the big, cheerful voice of the farmer, "I think I'll go down this time."
"Oh, cork up, you big cow!" said Drake.
Hill corked up and then pushed Bushforth out of the way and started for the door.