The explorers paid more attention to these photographs than the others, and Steve, whose patriotism was already strong, read the inscriptions on the lower margins with disfavour.
"Huh!" he grumbled.

"'Brimfield 0; Claflin 12'; 'Brimfield 3; Claflin 11'; 'Brimfield 6; Claflin 9.' Bet you next time it'll be some different, Tom!" "Rather!" said Tom stoutly.

"Let's go on down and see the gym." They tried the chest-weights and tested the bars and experimented with about everything they found down there, and then went into the adjoining compartment and peered into the shower-baths and passed on the merits of the steel lockers.
"The fellow who built this gym knew what he was doing," declared Steve approvingly.

"Some of these lockers have got things in them," he continued, peeping into one.

"There's a bat in here, and a towel and some clothes." Tom had wandered through a doorway at the end of the locker compartment and now summoned Steve to join him.