"Do you think, Billy," he asked, "you can get us to Cambridge
in time for next year's game?"

The car limped into Stamford, and while it went into drydock
at the garage, Brother Sam fled to the railroad station, where
he learned that for the next two hours no train that
recognized New Haven spoke to Stamford.

"That being so," said Winthrop, "while we are waiting for the
car, we had better get a quick lunch now, and then push on."

"Push," exclaimed Brother Sam darkly, "is what we are likely
to do."

After behaving with perfect propriety for half an hour, just
outside of Bridgeport the Scarlet Car came to a slow and
sullen stop, and once more the owner and the chauffeur hid
their shame beneath it, and attacked its vitals. Twenty
minutes later, while they still were at work, there approached
from Bridgeport a young man in a buggy. When he saw the mass
of college colors on the Scarlet Car, he pulled his horse down
to a walk, and as he passed raised his hat.

"At the end of the first half," he said, "the score was a
tie."

"Don't mention it," said Brother Sam.

"Now," he cried, "we've got to turn back, and make for New