“Keb! Carriage! Hack! Take your baggage!”
Seeing others doing the same, Joe surrendered his valise to an insistent man. As he moved out of the press, wondering how he was to get to the house where he had secured a room, he heard someone behind him fairly yell in his ear:
“Oh ho! Fresh.! Off with that hat!”
He turned to see two tall, well-dressed lads, in somewhat “swagger” clothes, arms linked, walking close behind him. Remembering the fate of the others, Joe doffed his new derby, and smiled.
“That’s right,” complimented the taller of the two Sophomores.
“Glad you think so,” answered Joe.
“Well?” snapped the other Sophomore sharply.
“Glad you think so,” repeated our hero.
“Well?” rasped out the first.