"Regulation size?"
"Regulation."
"Six it is," said Hickey, at the slate. "Six and twenty-seven is thirty-three."
"Wait a moment," sang out the Butcher. "He has only to eat thirty-two."
"That's so—take one off."
"Give him five, Hickey—five only."
"If Hungry says he can eat six," said Hickey, firmly, glancing at his protégé, "he can. We're out for big things. Can you do it, Hungry?"
And Smeed, fired with the heroism of the moment, answered in disdainful simplicity:
"Sure!"
A cheer that brought two Davis House boys running in greeted the disappearance of the thirty-third. Then everything was forgotten in the amazement of the deed.