"Get the crowd together."
"All into a hack."
"Back again, Bill!"
"Join you later. I've got a freshman."
"Where you rooming?"
"See you at Mory's."
Buffeted by the crowd they made their way across the depot to the street.
"I'm going to hoof it," said Regan, extending his hand. "Glad to have met you. I'll drop in on you soon."
Stover watched him go stalwartly through the crowd, his bag under one arm, his soft hat set a little at defiance, looking neither to the right nor left.
"Why the deuce did he say that about Le Baron?" he thought, with a feeling of irritation.