"One, two, three!"
"Farquahar!"
"Candidate from the freshman class!"
"Candidate!"
"Robinson!"
"Teddy Robinson!"
"Harris!"
"No, Robinson—Robinson!"
Gimbel's voice dominated the outcry. There was a surging, and then a splitting of the crowd, and Robinson was slung into the ring.
In the midst of contending cheers, the antagonists stripped to the belt and stood forth to shake hands, their bared torsos shining in high lights against the mingled shadows of the audience.