"Here, let me down will you, you galoots!" he cried vainly from time to time.
Hilariously they carried him into the room and dumped him down. Other freshmen, following, came to him, shaking his hand, pounding him on the back.
"Good boy, Stover!"
"What's the use of wrestling, anyhow?"
"You're it!"
"We're all for you!"
"The old sophomores thought they had it cinched."
"Three cheers for Dink Stover!"
"One more!"
"And again!"