A wild blast of horns from below drowned out the remainder of his
speech, and this finished, the football team and the other cadets
began to sing, in voices more forceful than melodious:

"Putnam Hall! Putnam Hall!
What is wrong with Putnam Hall?
Nothing, boys! Nothing, boys!
She's all RIGHT!
Right! right! Right! Right! RIGHT!"

Through the woods and far across the clear waters of Cayuga Lake
floated the words, followed by another blast from the horns and
then continued cheering. And their cheering was answered by others
who passed them, some in carriages and others oil bicycles. It was
a clear, sunshiny day, and nearly all of the inhabitants of
Cedarville, as well as of other villages along the lake, were out
in honor of the occasion. It had been a general holiday both at
Putnam Hall and at Pornell Academy, and the whole neighborhood had
taken advantage of it.

"I believe Captain Putnam is as proud as any of us," remarked Dick
Rover, when the excitement had calmed down a bit. "When Tom kicked
that final goal I saw him rise up and nearly pound the life out of
the railing with his gold-headed cane. "I'll wager the cane is
split into a dozen pieces."

"Oh, that's nothing," put in Harry Blossom slyly. "When Tom did
his little act I saw Nellie Laning actually throw him a kiss from
the grand stand. If she --"