suspecting some such design, had tried his best to slip off
unobserved; but hundreds of eyes were on him, and even his fellow
players showed treachery, handing him over to the crowd.

He was immediately hoisted upon the shoulders of several brawny
chaps, and with a motley crowd following, after they set out to
parade the field, shouting the battle cry of the school, and
singing the famous song that always thrilled the hearts of
Columbia's patriotic sons and daughters.

Those who had remained in the grandstand cheered as the procession
swept past, and among these was Minnie Cuthbert. Frank never
looked that way once, she noted, and yet there had been a time,
not so very far back, when he would have thought of her the first
thing.

And yet Frank was perfectly conscious that she was standing there,
leaning over the railing, and watching the fun with eagerness.
Sometimes it is possible to see without looking direct.

When he could escape Frank hurried home. He was of course
overjoyed to realize that his team had won the game; but the
strain of those last ten minutes had been simply terrific. What
would it be with the Bellport eleven, every member of which had
undoubtedly been present, picking up points that would be useful
in the big Thanksgiving Day game?

Of course there must a celebration that night. Victory deserved
something of the sort, and the boys were bound to make the fact
known to every citizen of the town. Fires would be blazing, horns