and the jolly company into a veritable mob.


Meantime, as the teams were leaving their quarters early in the afternoon,
the coach said to Vic:

"Run up to Burgess and get your grades, Burleigh. It's a mere form,
but it will save that gang of game-cocks from getting one over us."

In the rotunda Vic and Vincent met face to face, the country boy
in his football suit and brown sweater, and the slender young
college professor, with faultless tailoring and immaculate linen.
Ten minutes before, Burgess had been in Dr. Fenneben's office,
where Elinor Wream and a group of fair college girls
were chattering excitedly.

"See these roses, Uncle Lloyd." Elinor was holding up a gorgeous
bunch of American Beauties. "These go to Vic Burleigh when he gets
behind the goal posts. Cost lots of my Uncle Lloyd's money,
but we had to have them."

Small wonder that the very odor of roses was hateful to Burgess
at that moment.

"May I speak to you a minute?" Vic said as the two men met in the rotunda.

Burgess halted in silence.

"The coach sent me after your statement of my standing.
We've got a bunch of sticklers to fight today."