"Hello," he said gruffly.
"Hello," said Stover.
The Tennessee Shad went wearily to his corner and stripped for the bath.
"Well, say it," said Stover, who, in his agitation, had actually picked up a textbook and started to study. "Jump on me, why don't you?"
"I'm not going to jump on you," said the Tennessee Shad, who weakly pulled off the heavy shoes. "Only—well, you couldn't see it as the umpire did, could you?"
"No!"
"What a day—what an awful day!"
Dennis de Brian de Boru Finnegan, with great tact, rose and hesitated:
"I'm going—I—I've got to get ready for supper," he said desperately. Then he went lamely over to Stover and held out his hand: "I know how you feel old man, but—but—I'm glad you did it!"
Whereupon he disappeared in blushing precipitation.