Massed in one stand were the cheering students of Randall, bent on making themselves heard above the songs and yells of their rivals. Nor were the girls of Fairview at all backward in giving vent to their enthusiasm. They had songs and yells of their own, and, under the leadership of Madge Tyler, were making themselves heard.
Tom, in catching a long kick, ran close to the stand where the Fairview girls were massed. Madge was down in front, getting ready to lead them in a song.
“Hello!” cried Tom to her, as he booted the pigskin back to Ed Kerr.
“Sorry I can’t cheer for you this time!” called Madge brightly.
“Well, I’m sorry we will have to push the Fairview boys off the field,” retorted Tom.
“Oh, are you going to do that?” asked a girl behind Madge, and Tom, who had been vainly looking for her, saw Ruth Clinton.
“Sorry, but we have to,” he replied. “Aren’t you ashamed to cheer against your own brother?”
“Oh, I guess Phil is able to look after himself,” said Ruth. “Is his shoulder all right, Mr. Parsons?”
“Doing nicely.”