Greg and Anstey came in for no particular notice from the first class men.
"Hullo, But!" "Hullo, old Conjunction!" These were the greetings that Butler received when he appeared, followed by Haldane and Post.

These young men, being yearlings, were actually human beings.

At least, that was the way the plebes felt.
Now the stripping began rapidly.

Each principal drew on a sleeveless jersey and gymnasium trousers, the latter secured by a belt.

On the feet were rubber-soled shoes, as giving the best chance for foothold on the damp ground.
The seconds began kneading the muscles of their principals, and otherwise putting them in shape.
Mr.Butler yawned two or three times, appearing slightly bored.
Greg did not glance in the direction of his coming antagonist, but Holmes's face was impassive, inscrutable.