“We’ll try, anyhow,” declared Bill.
How they tried, and with what success they had will be told of in the third volume of this series to be called “Those Smith Boys on the Gridiron; or A Touchdown in Time.” In that book we will meet with our school friends again, and learn how they played several great games.
As Bill and his brothers strolled across the campus they saw a group of girls coming toward them.
“Oh cats!” exclaimed Bill. “I look like sin; don’t I?”
“I’ve seen you cleaner,” answered Whistle-Breeches, as he noted Bill’s torn jacket and dusty trousers. “But what’s the odds?”
“There’s Miss Morton,” murmured the pitcher.
“Oh!” cried the girl, with whom he had once rode at such top speed to play in the Freshman game. “Oh, I want to shake hands with all you boys! Wasn’t it perfectly splendid?”
“Glad you think so!” mumbled Bill, trying to hide behind Cap. But Miss Morton would have none of that. She held out her hand to Bill especially.
“I’ll spoil your gloves!” he protested.
“As if I cared for them!” and she only laughed at the grimy stains which Bill made on the white kids. Then, in turn she and the other young ladies greeted our friends, and repeated, over and over again, in more or less emphatic words, what they thought of the victory.