"Fine!"
"Oh, is it?"
"You'll be a bundle of fire on the field."
"Let's not walk too far. We want to keep fresh," said Stover, feeling indeed as though every step was draining his energy.
"Rats! let's saunter down Chapel Street and see the crowds come in."
"You old rhinoceros, have you any nerves?"
"Lots, but they're a different sort. By George, isn't it a wonderful sight?"
Side by side with Regan, a certain shame steadied Stover. They went silently through the surging, arriving multitude, all intoxicated with the joy and zest of the great game. In and out, newsboys howling papers with headlines and pictures of the team thrust their wares before their eyes, while a pestiferous swarm of strange pedlers shrieked:
"Get your colors here!"