“But the game is not over yet,” said Merry.
He continued, turning the tables with skill, till he showed how, by superior generalship, the whites finally defeated their red antagonists. In order to hold the interest of the boy to the last, he was forced to make the game very close, but the whites finally won.
“I don’t believe they could do it!” said Dick indignantly.
“But they do do it,” said Frank. “Of course, the Carlisle boys win sometimes, but they cannot defeat the great colleges, like Yale and Harvard.”
“Then they are not used fairly. The white men never did use the Indians right.”
“Old Joe has found you an apt pupil,” observed Merry. “It is true that in many things the red men have been unfairly treated, but not in football. When you go East with me, I’ll take you to see some of the games.”
The dark eyes of the lad sparkled for a moment, and then he said:
“I’m not going East. I had rather stay here.”
“You will change your mind about that later. In fact, I am sure you will.”
“I’ll not leave Felicia and Old Joe.”