the Freshmen.”

The boys waited in silence. Irving strained his eyes, trying to
distinguish the figures huddled together in the barge. The horses came
down at a run, with a rattle of hoofs and harness; the driver
flourished his whip over them spectacularly.

“Now then, fellows!” cried Collingwood. “Three times three for the
Freshmen!”

And amidst the waving of caps as the cheers were given, Irving could see
no one in the barge. Then when that cheer had subsided, one of the
visitors stood up and took off his hat and shouted,—

“Three times three for St. Timothy’s! One—two—three!” The fellows in the
barge sent up a vigorous, snappy cheer, and then overflowed at back and
sides. In the confusion and the crowd, Irving was still straining his
short-sighted eyes in a vain attempt to discover Lawrence.

Suddenly he heard a shout,—“Hello, Irv!”—and there, a little way off,
was Lawrence, laughing at him and struggling towards him through the
throng. The boys understood and drew apart and let the two brothers
meet.

“It’s great to see you again, Irv,” said Lawrence, when he could reach
and grasp his brother’s hand; he looked at Irving with the same old
loving humor in his eyes.

“It’s great to see you again, Lawrence,” said Irving. He could not help
being a little conscious and constrained, with so many eyes upon him.