"Lord, I should think you'd have had enough!"
"Why, it's rather a sociable time. It is a grind, but I'm going to make that News, if I hit it all sophomore year."
"What, you'd try again?"
"You bet I would!"
There was a matter-of-fact simplicity about Pike, uncouth as was his dress and wide sombrero, that appealed to Stover. He held out his hand.
"Good luck to you! And say—if I get any news I'll save it for you."
"Obliged, sir—ta-ta!"
"Holy cats!" said Dink, relapsing into the arm-chair as the door banged. "Any one who'll stick at it like that gets all I can give him."
"He's a wonderful person," said Swazey, drawing up his chair and elevating his hobnailed shoes. "Never saw anything like his determination. Wonderful! Green as salad when he first came, ready to tickle Prexy under the ribs or make himself at home whenever a room struck his fancy. But, when he got his eyes open, you ought to have seen him pick up and learn. He's developed wonderfully. He'll succeed in life."