Their coming was greeted with all sorts of cries, meant, for the most part, as encouragement, and expressing a firm belief in their ability to win out.
"We're pinning our faith on you boys.

Dugdale, remember!" cried one fellow.
"Don't let them get too big a start on you, because they're terrible fighters, once they get a lead!" came from another, who, having lived in Keyport, was supposed to know the characteristics of the boys on that team.
"And, Hobson, always remember that it's the longest pole that knocks the persimmons!" whooped a third fellow student.
Thad and Hugh were sitting on a low bench, adjusting their skates leisurely, and listening in an amused way to much of this friendly badinage.
"The boys are certainly wanting to win this game, Hugh," chuckled Thad.

"Makes me think of some of the warm sessions we had last summer in baseball contests with Allandale and Belleville.

["_The Chums of Scranton High in the Three-Town League_."] "It seems as if Scranton boys and girls have developed a voracious appetite for every kind of out-door sport lately," Hugh went on to say.

"Did you hear what the committee in charge of the grounds here intends to do next week ?" "Haven't heard a whisper so far, Hugh; so give me the news," pleaded the other.
"Why, you know the fellows have been building bonfires here at night-times when skating.