The freshmen cheered, but there seemed to be disappointment in the sound.
"Whoop 'er up for 'Umpty-seven!" howled the sophs.

"Whoop 'er up! 'Rah! 'rah! 'rah! This is a cinch!" "'Umpty-eight is in it; she will catch 'em in a minute," sang the freshmen.

"She is crawling on them!" "All she can do is crawl!" yelled a soph, but his remark was drowned in the wild tumult of noise.
"'Umpty-six is up to tricks!" shouted the juniors.

"'Umpty-six, they are bricks! Whoop 'er up! 'Rah! 'rah! 'rah!" The yelling of the freshmen became louder, for their crew was holding its own--was beginning to gain.
"That is the best freshman crew that ever appeared at Saltonstall," declared a spectator.

"Every man seems to be a worker.