“Oh, we’ve got to pass—every one of us!” burst out Jack. “Now that the games are all at an end, each fellow has got to buckle down for all he’s worth. Just think of what the folks at home would say if we failed!”
“I wonder what that silver trophy is worth,” came from Phil Franklin. “It certainly is a handsome vase.”
“I heard somebody say it cost over two hundred dollars,” answered the young major of the school battalion.
“Yes, and then there is a lot of engraving to go on it, and that will be extra,” put in Gif. “Remember, the name of the winning club and the date of the final victory are still to be put on it.”
“Wouldn’t it be fine if we could take it home and show it to the folks,” said Fred wistfully.
“I didn’t get a very good look at it,” remarked Randy. “Phil, let’s take a look at it now while we’re going home.”
“Be careful and don’t get it tarnished,” cautioned Gif. “We want to keep that as nice as possible until we can put it under glass.”
“Oh, looking at it isn’t going to hurt it any,” answered Andy.
As the motor boat bounded on its way across Clearwater Lake in the direction of the Colby Hall dock, Phil and Randy, assisted by Andy, took the dark cloth covering off the tall silver vase and set the trophy up on the forward deck of the motor boat where all might inspect and admire the object.