They were cheering _him_! He was one of the little band in honor of which the flags waved, the voices shouted, and the songs were sung! He felt a lump growing in his throat, and to keep down the tears that for some reason were creeping into his eyes, he let drive at a ball that came bumping toward him and kicked it so hard that Selkirk had to chase it half down the field.
"Rah-rah-rah, Rah-rah-rah, Rah-rah-rah, Harwell! Harwell! Harwell! Rah-rah-rah, Rah-rah-rah, Rah-rah-rah, Harwell!" The leaders of the cheering had again gotten control of their sections, and the long, deliberate cheer, majestic in its intensity of sound, crashed across the space, rebounded from the opposite stand, and went echoing upward into the clear afternoon air.
"Harwell!" muttered Joel.

"_You Bet_!" Then he gathered with the others about Dutton to listen to that leader's last instructions.

And at the same moment the east stand broke into cheers as the gallant sons of Yates bounded on to the grass.

Back and forth rolled the mighty torrents of sound, meeting in midair, breaking and crashing back in fainter reverberations.

They were singing the college songs now, and the merits and virtues of both colleges were being chanted defiantly to the tunes of popular airs.