“Let’s hope so, for there’s no fun living with him, as he is now. I was glad when he got so infatuated with Miss Harrison, even going to the length of taking up hammered brass work because she had a fad that way. But since she turned him down poor Sid chucked all his brass stuff out of the window the other day. Well, maybe it will come out all right.”
“It’s got to,” declared Tom fiercely. “Well, I’m going down to see Kerr and Leighton, to learn if everything’s all ready for the trip.”
The next day the team started for Wescott University, accompanied by as many of the students as could cut their lectures. It was a day’s trip to the big college, one day would be devoted to the game, which was an annual affair, and the return trip would be made the third day.
The Randallites were accorded an enthusiastic welcome as they were escorted to their hotel by the Wescott lads.
“Remember how sick I was when we were here last year to play ’em football?” asked Phil, as he and his chums went to their rooms.
“I sure do. Please don’t repeat the experience. We want to beat these fellows if we can.”
The morning of the game did not prove very auspicious, as it had rained in the night, and was still threatening. But when the two nines went out to the diamond the sun broke through the clouds and it cleared off.
“Now, fellows,” said Coach Leighton, as he gathered the captain and his men about him, “you’ve got to play fast, snappy ball to win. We’re up against a better team than either Boxer Hall or Fairview, and I want to see what you can do.”
“If they don’t do what’s right they’ll answer to me,” said Tom, with a grim smile.