"Second, sir."
"Why, shake, then, brother," said the Tennessee Shad, offering his hand. "Shake hands with Doc Macnooder."
Doc Macnooder grasped his hand with extra cordiality, saying:
"What house?"
"Green House, sir," said Stover, awed by the sight of a 'varsity jersey. "I'm rooming with—with Mr. White."
"What'll you have?"
"I beg pardon."
"What'll you have?"
"Why," said Stover, quite taken back by the offer, "I think it's up to me, sir."
"Rats!" said Macnooder. "If you've been in tow of Butsey, I'll bet you've been paying out all day. Butsey White's a low-down, white-livered cuss, who'd take advantage of a freshman. Step up."