"It was a mistake to fire Babcock and Henshaw," said one of the tackles. "They were our best players."
"That's right," added the center rush.
"Do you mean to say they can play better than I and Nat?" demanded Gus Plum.
"They can play just as well," grumbled the tackle.
"Rot! Come on ahead and wax 'em!"
But the call to "wax" Roger's team was of small avail. With Babcock and Henshaw gone the Arrows could do little or nothing, and soon Dave kicked a goal from the field. Then came another touchdown, another goal from the field, and two more touchdowns. Each of the touchdowns resulted in goal kicks. The Arrows were in despair and could do absolutely nothing.
"Pile it on!" cried Roger, enthusiastically. "Pile it on, boys!" And they did pile it on, until the whistle blew and the game was over.
Final score—Plum's eleven 12, Roger Morr's eleven 45!
It was a terrible defeat for the bully of Oak Hall and he could scarcely wait for the game to come to an end. He fairly ran for the gymnasium when it was over and did his best to keep out of sight for the rest of the day and all day Sunday, and Nat Poole went with him.