Restraint had worn off now, and the fellows were chatting fast and furiously.

Joel looked out at the handsome homes and sunny street, and was aware only of a longing to be in the fray, an impatient desire to be doing.

Briscom, the substitute centre, a youth of twenty-one summers and one hundred and ninety-eight pounds, sat beside him.
"I was here two years ago with the freshman team," he was saying.

"We didn't do a thing to them, we youngsters, although the Varsity was licked badly.

And all during the afternoon game we sat together and cheered, until at five o'clock I couldn't speak above a whisper.