“Oh, say, Mary! don’t pile it on so thick,” interrupted her brother. “Remember, a baseball game is only a baseball game, after all.”
“All aboard!” shouted one of the cadets from a motor boat near by. “Remember, fellows, it’s getting late and we’ve got quite a trip before us.”
“Yes, and remember that we’ve got to get ready for the celebration to-night,” added another cadet.
“Oh, I wish we could see the celebration!” cried Ruth Stevenson.
“You don’t wish it any more than I do,” answered Jack quickly. “But I don’t see how it can be done.” And then, after a few words more, the boys and girls separated and the four Rovers boarded one of the Colby Hall motor boats, along with Gif, Phil Franklin, and half a dozen others.
“Who’s got the silver trophy? Where is the silver trophy?” came from others on the boat-landings.
“We’ve got it safe and sound,” sang out Phil Franklin.
“Well, take good care of it,” came from another cadet. “That trophy is worth just about a million dollars to Colby Hall.”
“Make it nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, and I’ll believe you,” answered Andy Rover loudly, and this produced a general chuckle. Then, one after another, the motor boats bound for Colby Hall set off across Clearwater Lake.