Stover at Yale
"I'm going to hoof it," said Regan, extending his hand, "Glad to have met you. I'll drop in on you soon.
Stover watched him go stalwartly through the crowd, his bag under one arm, his soft hat set a little at defiance, looking neither to the right nor left.
"Why the deuce did he say that about Le Baron? He thought, with a feeling of irritation.
Then, obeying an impulse, he signaled an expressman, consigned his bag, and made his way on foot, dodging in and out of the rapidly filled hacks, where upper classmen sat four on the seat, hugging one another with bearlike hugs.
"Eli, freshman, take off that hat!"
He removed his derby immediately, bowing to a hilarious crowd, who rocked ahead shouting back unintelligible gibes at him.
Others were clinging to car steps and straps.
Some one had called him but he could not discover who. He swung down the crowded street to the heart of the