"Hello, Tough, glad to see you up here!"
De Soto had been at Lawrenceville with them, a comrade of the eleven, now prospective quarter-back for the coming season.
"You've put on weight, Dink," he said with critical approval. "You've got a bully chance this year. Are you reporting this afternoon?"
"Captain Dana asked me to come out for the varsity."
"I talked to him about you."
He asked a dozen questions, invited them over to see him, and was off.
They elbowed their way into the Coöp to make their purchases. The first issue of the News was already on sale, with its notices and its appeals.
They went out and past Vanderbilt toward their eating-joint. Off the campus, directly at the end of their path, a shape more like a monstrous shadow than a building rose up, solid, ivy-covered, blind, with great, prison-like doors, heavily padlocked.
"Fee-fi-fo-fum," said McCarthy.
"Which is it?" said Stover, in a different tone.