No crowd of cheering freshmen was at the station, and those who had gone on to Cambridge to play and to see the game got off quietly--very quietly--and hurried to their rooms.
Merriwell was in his room ahead of Rattleton.

Harry finally appeared, wearing a sad and doleful countenance.
"What's the matter, old man ?" asked Frank as Harry came in and flung his hat on the floor, after which he dropped upon a chair.

"You do not seem to feel well." "I should think you would eel felegant--I mean feel elegant!" snapped Harry, glaring at Frank.
"Oh, what's the use to be all broken up over a little thing ?" "Wow! Little thing!" whooped Harry.

"I'd like to know what you call a little thing--I would, by jee!" "You are excited, my boy.

Calm down somewhat." "Oh, I am calm!" shouted Harry as he jumped up and kicked the chair flying into a corner.