“Five to three,” answered the chairman of the athletic committee.
“Dern my picter!” squeaked Obediah Tubbs; “that was close! I s’posed the Great Northern would beat ’em worse than that.”
“But the Great Northern didn’t win,” declared Anson. “The report that Rivermouth took the game was correct.”
“I knew it!” cried Ted Smart. “I was certain Rivermouth would win.”
Somebody gave him a punch in the ribs.
“You’re a fibber!” roared an excited cadet.
“Look here, Day,” said Bob Singleton, “are you sure you have this straight? Why, it can’t be possible!”
“I have it straight,” asserted Day positively.
At this the boys groaned.
“Well, wouldn’t that skin you alive!” chattered Jolliby.