"I say, Fisher," he said impulsively, "I hope I didn't shake you up too much. I saw red; I didn't know what I was doing."
"You did me all right," said the sophomore, giving his hand. "That tackle of yours would break a horse in two. Shake!"
"Thank you," said Stover, flustered and almost ashamed before the other's perfect sportsmanship. "Thank you very much, sir!"
He went to his corner, smothered under frantic slaps and embraces, hearing his name resounding again and again on the thunders of his classmates. The bout had been spectacular; every one was asking who he was.
"Stover, eh, of Lawrenceville!"
"Gee, what a fierce tackler!"
"Ridiculous for Fisher to be beaten!"
"Oh, is it? How'd you like to get a fall like that?"
"Played end."