Ikey Stein, sitting in the grandstand near an elderly gentleman, yelled, shouted and stamped his feet at the Yale victory.
“You seem wonderfully exercised about it, my young friend,” remarked the elderly gentleman. “Did you have a large wager up on this game?”
“No, sir, but now I can sell two dollars worth of socks,” replied Ikey, hurrying off to get Dunk and Andy to redeem their promises.
“Hum, very strange college customs these days—very strange,” murmured the elderly gentleman, shaking his head.
CHAPTER XXXIII
THE TRAP
Joyous was the crowd of Yale players as they trooped off the field. The freshmen had opened their season well by defeating Princeton, and the wearers of the orange and black gave their victors a hearty cheer, which was repaid in kind.
“It’s good to be on the winning side,” exulted Andy, as he walked along with Dunk.