"Who cares!"
"Where did you get that plank?"
"Up by the Rouse."
"Gee, we'll have a bonfire bigger'n the chapel!"
"More wood, Freshmen!"
"Rotten lot, those Freshmen!"
"Hold up your end, Skinny. Do you think I'm a pack mule?"
Dink pulled the brim of his hat over his eyes and slunk away, not to be recognized. He went in a roundabout way past the chapel. He had just one desire, to stand under the goalposts they had defended and to feel again the thrill.
"Who's that?" The voice was Tough McCarty's.
"It's me. It's Dink," said Stover.