“It was great work all around!” declared Ted Newton.
And so it was.
Once more cheer followed cheer, yell succeeded yell, and song echoed song, as the victorious ones paraded about the field, while the vanquished silently withdrew. Never before had Boxwood Hall so decisively beaten its ancient rival.
It marked the practical end of the baseball season, for spring was merging into summer, and the long vacation was at hand.
There was a feast that night, given by Frank to the team, for training was over, and among the first names proposed for a toast by the captain were those of Ned, Bob and Jerry.
“Three good cheers for the motor boys!” cried Frank, and the room echoed with the sound that followed.
It was a week after the big game when Ned, his face showing his excitement, came mysteriously to his two chums.
“I’ve found it! I’ve found it!” he cried.
“Found what?” asked Jerry.