CHAPTER XIII

THE GREAT MARSH


"Glad to see you, fellows! Say, by the way, I hear that Clifford
won the great football match against Columbia!" was the way the
way Bones Shadduck greeted them as they reached his door and rang
the bell.

"You don't tell me," said Frank, with a smile; "when did it
happen?"

"Oh! last night some time. It was a great victory. I'm told they
nearly painted the town red over it," responded the other.

"Well, for my part I prefer to do the celebrating after the thing
is over to shouting before hand. Perhaps they celebrated too hard,
and that might account for several fool plays that were made. I
had an idea that several of Clifford's best players looked rather
red-eyed, as though they didn't get much sleep," remarked Frank,
as they entered.

"And I shouldn't be surprised if you were right. I was told they
had a dance and it was all hours of the morning when they went
home," echoed Bones.

"But what did you want us over for in particular?" asked Frank.