Another minute of play followed, with Brimfield again pushing the high school team before her, and then the game was over and the quartette on the stand thumped each other elatedly--all save Harry--and ambled down to join the throng that spread over the field on its homeward way.
"What did I tell you ?" asked Roy.

"You can't fool your uncle!" "You hate yourself, don't you ?" drawled Harry.

"Come on over to the room, you fellows." Canterbury, having cheered the victor wholeheartedly, romped home..