"I've a mind to go, all the same."
McCarthy, who knew his impulses of old, seized him by the arm.
"Don't get excited, Dink, old boy; you don't know anything about wrestling."
"No, but I can scrap!"
The outcry became an uproar:
"Quitters!"
"'Fraid cats!"
"Poor little freshmen!"
"They're in a funk."