THE MAN IN THE WINDOW
crowded pavement below came in loud, clear tones: "'Ray! 'ray! 'ray! tiger! siss! boom! ah—Deacon Young!"
In amazement he stopped pulling the weights, with his big arms outstretched. He looked at the crowd. He could not see who it was at first.
"Why do they want to ridicule me before all New York?" he thought, reddening, but boldly looking the faces over. "There! My own classmates, too, Lansing and Lee and"
"Helloo! Deacon! Stick your head out!" they cried in concert, as they used to do on the old campus. "Why wouldn't you look before? Wait a minute, we're coming up!" The faces disappeared.
By this time the crowd had increased. The sidewalk had become jammed. A college cheer always brings a crowd. A policeman hurried down the block. "What's this— what's this? Who's making this disturbance?"
But Lansing and the others had disappeared. Young was quickly pulling weights
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