“We’ve beat ’em, boys!”
“Three cheers for Bart Haley!”
They were given riotously.
“Three cheers for Jerry Hopkins!”
There was no apparent reason why they should be given, for Jerry was not on the team.
But they were given with resounding echoes, for the story of how Jerry had saved Bart to the team was all over the school by then. Only one lad refrained from joining in the cheers for Jerry, and he was Frank Watson.
“Oh, forget your grouch,” suggested Bill Hamilton. “Jerry and his chums aren’t such bad fellows, Frank.”
“I’ve got my own opinion,” was the answer of the headstrong lad.
There was a great celebration that night over the football victory, and if there were midnight lunches, Proctor Thornton did not surprise any of the feasters. Perhaps he purposely kept away.
Life went on at Boxwood Hall. It became too cold for motor boating, and the Neboje was hauled out, for the lake would soon be frozen over. But the automobile was kept in use.