"Well, I should say so! Say, this is the biggest crowd we ever had at
any game."

"And look at the new grandstand, all decked out in flags and banners!"

"And look at the automobiles! We'll have to hurry up, or all the
parking space will be gone."

"Hurrah, Brill! Come down here to see us defeat you, eh?" And a merry
looking student, wearing the colors of Roxley on his cap, and waving a
Roxley banner in his hand, grinned broadly at Tom and the others.

"No, we came to bury you," retorted Sam. "It's all over but the
shouting." And then he took up one of the horns he had brought, and
sounded it loudly.

"Better let me take the car to the other end of the grounds,"
suggested Songbird. "You fellows will want to get into your uniforms
and into practice."

"Oh, we want to get good seats for the girls first," broke in Tom. "It
won't take long to park the machine."

In a moment more, they found themselves in a perfect jam of touring
cars, motor cycles, and carriages. Finding a suitable spot, Tom
brought the touring car to a standstill, turned off the power, and
placed the starting plug in his pocket. Then the entire party made its
way as rapidly as possible to the grandstand, one-half of which had
been reserved for the students of Brill and their friends. Here
Songbird took charge of matters.