Prescott was a hero with the football crowd.

There was no use in telling them anything against their little freshie hero.
"Prescott, it would look foolish to talk much," declared Thompson, in a voice that was husky from real emotion.

"Just give me your hand, old man!" Dick took the proffered hand, pressing it hard and gratefully.
Then the rest of the football squad pressed forward, each insisting on a hearty handshake.
"Nobody except those who want to, will stomach this silly charge against Dick," grunted Tom Reade to Dan Dalzell.

"See how it's turning out?
Our old pal and leader is holding a regular reception." "'Scuse me," begged Dan, hastily.

"There's Laura Bentley beckoning to me." He hastened over to the girl's side.