And Joel echoed the sigh.
The last few days before the event of the term came, and found the first eleven in something approaching their old form.

Blair continued to burn the midnight oil and consume page after page of Greek and mathematics and German, which, as he confided despondently to Digbee, he promptly forgot the next moment.

Remsen made up a certain amount of lost sleep, and Whipple gained the confidence of the team.

Joel studied hard, and refound his old interest in lessons, and dreamed nightly of the Goodwin scholarship.

West, too, "put in some hard licks," as he phrased it, and found himself climbing slowly up in the class scale.