"Go it, Horsehair! Don't let them beat us!"
"Send 'em ahead, Jerry! We can't take the dust of Oak Hall!"
Faster and faster went stage and carryall and now the two drivers settled down to the race in earnest. Then came a turn and the Oak Hall turnout shot ahead.
"Good for you, Horsehair!" yelled Phil. "Keep it up!"
"Catch him, Jerry, catch him!" came from behind.
"You can't catch us to-day!" flung back Buster Beggs. "Good-by! We'll tell 'em you are coming!" Then the carryall swept up to some private carriages, passed them, and left the Rockville stage in the dust of the road behind.
The little brush served to brighten up Roger and his companions, and as they drew close to the football field they blew their horns and sounded their rattles. When they swept into the grounds they were greeted with cheers, and Oak Hall flags were waved everywhere.
It was certainly a fine football field, as level as a house floor and well roped off. To one side was a neat grand stand, painted green and white, and decorated with flags and bunting. At the far end of the field was a big tent, where the refreshments were to be served, and opposite the grand stand was a special inclosure for any outsiders who cared to witness the contest. Each school was well represented by its followers, and there were fully a thousand spectators in addition.
"We couldn't have a nicer day nor a better crowd," remarked Phil, as he gazed around.
"Do you see anything of Dave and Paul?" questioned Roger, anxiously.