“That’s just how I feel about it,” put in Pepper. “Well, I hope now, more than ever, that we win.”
It was a fine ground, with a beautiful stand and nice dressing rooms for both clubs. Mr. Rigsby himself was at hand and shook each of the visitors by the hand.
“Play for all you are worth, boys!” he said, cheerfully. “I want the best club to win!”
“We are going to do our best, sir,” said Dale, modestly.
The halves were divided into thirty-five minutes each, and soon the first half was on. It was Rigsby’s ball and they sent it twenty yards into Putnam Hall territory. The Rigsby fellows were exceedingly active, and inside of ten minutes they scored a touchdown and immediately afterwards kicked a goal.
“Hurrah for Rigsby! That’s the way to do it!” was the cry.
“Putnam Hall will be defeated worse than Pornell Academy was!”
When the touchdown and goal were made Dan Baxter grinned at Paxton and his other cronies.
“What did I tell you?” he whispered. “This is a dead easy thing for Rigsby.”
“You’re right,” answered Paxton. “Wish I had another fiver up on them.”