“Not yet,” replied Bobby. “But Frank Durrock told me all about it. It’s mighty nifty. It’s made in blue and gold, with a football in the center. Then at each of the four corners there’ll be the emblem of one of the schools that played for it, and it will have embroidered on it: ‘Champions of the Monatook Lake Football League.’”
“I’d like to have the letters big enough so that the Belden fellows could read it from across the lake,” chuckled Sparrow.
“Come off, Sparrow,” said Bobby with a laugh. “You’re like the Indians who scalp the dead. It ought to be enough for you that we beat them, without wanting to rub it in. Besides, we didn’t beat them by such a margin that we can afford to brag much about it. They sure let us know that we’d been in a fight.”
“Talking of fighting,” chimed in Billy Bassett, “did any of you fellows hear of the hold up that took place in town this morning?”
“Hold up!” came in a chorus from the lips of all the boys, as they crowded around him.
“Yes,” replied Billy, “up at Mr. Henderson’s house, about nine o’clock.”
“In broad daylight!” ejaculated Fred. “Gee, but those robbers are getting bold. Are you sure about it, Billy?”
“Dead sure,” replied Billy. “In fact, I just happened to be passing by, and I saw the whole thing.”
“You saw it!” cried Sparrow, fairly bubbling over with excitement. “It’s a wonder you didn’t say something before. How many were there in it?”
“There were two against one,” answered Billy.