"You fellows will have the honor of bringing the girls over from Clearwater Hall," remarked Jack to his cousins and his chums. "I'll have to stay here and do a bit of practising."
The auto-stage and a number of automobiles and carriages had been requisitioned, and also a number of motor boats on the lake, and in these the young folks from Hixley High School and from Clearwater Hall journeyed to Colby Hall.
Jack was on the lookout for Ruth and the others, and lost no time in greeting the girl as soon as she appeared.
"I'm so glad that you're on hand to encourage us to win," said he, as he took Ruth's hand.
"Thank you. But how are you sure I am here to encourage you?" she questioned mischievously. "Maybe I'm going to root for Hixley High."
"You dare!" he returned earnestly, and then they both laughed and hurried towards the grandstand, where seats had been reserved for the entire party.
"Whoop her up for Hixley High!" was the cry. And then those in favor of the high school took up the slogan:
"Do or die!
Hixley High! Hixley High!"
"They mean to win if yelling will do it," was May Powell's comment.