The boys were going to have a rouser that night; everybody out in front of the gym before dinner for songs and speeches.

But Rouser hath forgot the claw-bearer, though his bleeding nose for many a day shall remember.

The men responded with a faint cheer—they were too much exhausted for "a rouser."

After this "rouser," as he called it, he sat down again, and almost immediately fell fast asleep.