"He pulled me out of a hole," broke in Tom. "If it hadn't been for
Sam, Roxley would have won the game."

"But you did well, Tom,-- better than our other pitchers would have
done," replied his brother, loyally. "Everybody says so. Why, four or
five of those Roxley hitters can knock the ordinary pitcher clean out
of the box."

"Believe me, there will be some celebration to-night!" vouchsafed
Songbird, as his eyes lit up in expectation. "Bonfires, speeches,
parades, and all that."

"Don't I wish I was a college boy, to be there!" returned Minnie,
wistfully.

"Too bad! but no girls are allowed," returned Sam. "Just the same, I
don't think we'll have to get back to the college very early."

It had already been arranged that the Rovers and Songbird and the
three girls should go off on a little automobile trip after the game.
Grace and Nellie had received permission to be absent from Hope during
the supper hour, and Tom had telephoned to the hotel at Cliffwood,
about twenty miles away, asking the proprietor to reserve a table for
them and prepare dinner for six.

Sam was now at the wheel, and as he could handle the car as well as
his brother, the run to Cliffwood did not take long. At the hotel, the
young folks encountered several other parties from Brill and Hope, and
the gathering was, consequently, quite a merry one. Tom had ordered
flowers for the table, and also small bouquets for each of the girls.