Tom Drake was one of the first to dart in and seize young Prescott's right hand briefly before another man wanted to shake it.

Dick was fairly made to run a gauntlet of handshaking.
Most of Miller's "friends" retreated in sulky bad humor.

Three of the liquor seller's followers, however, picked the big man up, staggering under his weight, and bore him behind the door that had closed on more than one man's career.
"What do you think of that, Mr.Drake ?" demanded Tom Reade jubilantly.
"Do you put Dick Prescott in the milk-sop class ?".