Then another shout.
"Bones or Keys?" he asked of those around him.
"Bones."
"Charley Stacey."
"Thirteenth man."
"I was sure of it," he said calmly to himself. Then he glanced up at the window. Her eyes had never left him. He straightened up with a new defiance. "Lord, I'd like to have gotten it, just for Jean. Well, I knocked against too many heads. I don't wonder."
Suddenly Hungerford caught his hand underneath the crowd, pressing it unseen.
"Last man for Bones now, Dink," he said, looking in his eyes. "I hope to God it's you."
"Why, you old chump," said Stover laughing, so all heard him. "Bless your heart, I don't mind. Here's to you."
Above the broken, fitful cheers, suddenly came a last swelling roar.