Instantly the lethargy of a minute before was turned to excited bustle and confusion.

Pads and nose-guards, jerseys and coats, balls and satchels were seized and laid aside and grabbed up again.

Cries for missing apparel and paraphernalia were heard on every side, and only a loud, peremptory command to "Shut up!" from the head coach restored order and quietude.

Then the door was thrown open and down the narrow stairs they trooped, through the crowded lobby where friends hemmed them about, patting the broad backs, shouting words of cheer into their ears, and delaying them in their passage.
Into the coaches they hurried, and as the crowd about the hotel burst into loud, ringing cheers, the whips were cracked and the journey to the field began.

The route lay along quiet, unfrequented streets where only an occasional cheer from a college window met their advent.