“Boys, I’m proud of you,” said the coach. “It’s the biggest score against the Orswell cadets in many a year.”
And there was much rejoicing in Randall College that night, so that Professor Tines felt called upon to remonstrate to Dr. Churchill about the noise the lads were making.
“Why, I’m not aware of any unusual noise; not from here,” spoke the venerable president, in his comfortable study, with a book of Sanskrit on his knee.
“You could hear it if you went outside,” said the Latin teacher.
“Ah, yes, doubtless; but, you see, my dear professor, I’m not going outside,” and Dr. Churchill smiled benevolently.
“Humph!” exclaimed Mr. Tines, as he went back to his apartments. “If I had my way, football and all sports would be abolished. They are a relic of barbarism!”
It was late when Phil and Tom got to their room that night. They narrowly escaped being caught by Mr. Snell, one of the proctor’s scouts, and dashed into their “den” at full speed.
“Can’t you make less row?” demanded Sid, who was studying. “You’ve put all the thoughts I had on my essay out of my head.”
“Serves you right for being a greasy dig!” exclaimed Tom. “Why don’t you be a sport? You’re getting to be a regular hermit.”
“I want my degree,” explained Sid, who was studying as he had not thought of doing his first term.