heard, guessed? Then he realized it was impossible. They wanted him to work. They were going to haze him. âSure,â he said.
âThen get this trunk and Iâll show you where to take it.â
Hugo was handed a baggage check. He found the official and located the trunk. Tentatively he tested its weight, as if he were a normally husky youth about to undertake its transportation. He felt pleased that his strength was going to be tried so accidentally and in such short order. Lefty and Chuck heaved the trunk on his back. âCan you carry it?â they asked.
âSure.â
âDonât be too sure. Itâs a long way.â
Peering from beneath the trunk under which he bent with a fair assumption of human weakness, Hugo had his first close glimpse of Webster. They passed under a huge arch and down a street lined with elms. Students were everywhere, carrying books and furniture, moving in wheelbarrows and moving by means of the backs of other freshmen. The two who led him were talking and he listened as he plodded.
âSaw Marcia just before I left the lakeâtook her out one nightâand got all over the place with herâand then came downâsheâs coming to the first prom with meâand Marj to the secondâgot to get some beer inâweâll buzz out and see if old Snorenson has made any wine this summer. Hello, Eddieâglad to see you backâIâve elected the deanâs physics, though, God knows, Iâll never get a first in them and I need it for a key. That damn Frosh we picked up sure must have been a porterâhey, freshmen! Want a rest?â
âNo, thanks.â
âWent down to the field this afternoonâlooks all right to me. The team, that is. Billings is going to quarter it nowâand me after thatâhope to Christ I make itâtheyâre going to have Scapper and Dwan back at Yale and weâve got a lot of work to do. Frosh! You donât need to drag that all the way in one yank. Put it down, will you?â
âIâm not tired. I donât need a rest.â
âWell, you know bestâbut you ought to be tired. I would. Where do you come from?â
âColorado.â
â Huh! People go to Colorado. Never heard of any one coming from there before. Whereabouts?â
âIndian Creek.â
âOh.â There was a pause. âYou arenât an Indian, are you?â It was asked bluntly.
âScotch Presbyterian for twenty generations.â
âWell, when you get through here, youâll be full of Scotch and emptied of the Presbyterianism. Put the trunk down.â
Their talk of women, of classes, of football, excited Hugo. He was not quite as amazed to find that Lefty Foresman was one of the candidates for the football team as he might have been later when he knew how many students attended the university and how few, relatively, were athletes. He decided at once that he liked Lefty. The sophistication of his talk was unfamiliar to Hugo; much of it he could not understand and only guessed. He wanted Lefty to notice him. When he was told to put the trunk down, he did not obey. Instead, with precision and ease, he swung it up on his shoulder, held it with one hand and said in an unflustered tone: âIâm not tired, honestly. Where do we go from here?â
âGreat howling Jesus!â Lefty said, âwhat have we here? Hey! Put that trunk down.â There was excitement in his voice. âSay, guy, do that again.â
Hugo did it. Lefty squeezed his biceps and grew pale. Those muscles in action lost their feel of flesh and became like stone. Lefty said: âSay, boy, can you play football?â
âSure,â Hugo said.
âWell, you leave that trunk with Chuck, here, and come with me.â
Hugo did as he had been ordered and they walked side by side to the gymnasium. Hugo had once seen a small gymnasium, ill equipped and badly lighted, and it had