"Bully! Glad to see you. This is Stover, of course. I'm Gimbel—Ray Gimbel; you don't know me, but I know you. Seen entirely too much of you on the wrong side of the field in the Andover-Lawrenceville game."
"How are you, Gimbel?" said Stover, not disliking the flattery, though perceiving it.
"We were greatly worried about you," said Gimbel directly, and with a sudden important seriousness. "There was a rumor around you had switched to Princeton."
"Oh, no."
"Well, we're certainly glad you didn't." Looking him straight in the face, he said with conviction: "You'll be captain here."
"I'm not worrying about that just at present," said Stover, amused.
"All right; that's my prophecy. I'll be back in a second."
He departed hastily, to welcome new arrivals with convulsive grip and rolling urbanity, passing like a doctor on his hospital rounds.
"Who's Gimbel?" said Stover, wondering, as he watched him, what new force he represented.