"Yes, it was science," broke in Larry Colby. "And for that science
we have to thank Dick Rover. Oh, but didn't that rush to the left
fool them nicely!"

Dick Rover's handsome face flushed with pleasure. "We won because
every player did his full duty," he said. "If we--" He broke off
short. "Great Scott, what a racket on top! Who's that capering
around?"

"It's me, thank you!" yelled Tom, with more force than good
grammar. "I'm doing an Indian war dance in honor of the victory.
Want to join in, anybody?"

"Stop it; you'll be coming through the roof. We had only one man
hurt on the field; I don't want a dozen hurt on the ride home."

"Oh, it's safe enough, Dick. If I feel the roof giving way I'll
jump and save myself," and Tom began a wilder caper than ever. But
suddenly George Granbury, who sat nearby, caught him by the foot,
and he came down with a thump that threatened to split the stage
top from end to end.

"It won't do, nohow!" pleaded Peleg Snuggers, the general utility
man attached to Putnam Hall Military Academy. "Them hosses is
skittish, and --"

"Oh, stow it, Peleg," interrupted George. "You know those horses
couldn't run away if they tried. You only want us to act as if we
were a funeral procession coming --"