“Never mind,” consoled Holly. “Our boys did well, but fate was against us. Better luck in the big games.”
“But we needed these points,” whined Tom.
“I know it, you old grouch. But there’s a chance yet, if we win most of the other events,” declared Kindlings. “Frank, you’ve got to win for us, and so have you, Shambler.”
“I will!” cried the new student, and Tom found himself feeling more generous toward the lad he disliked.
The friends of the winners crowded around them, while those of the losers did their best to cheer them up. Bean Perkins tried to lead his crowd in a jolly song, but it was a failure.
“Let’s get our clothes on and go back,” suggested Sid, gloomily.
“Don’t you want to see the girls?” asked Phil.
“No,” snapped the loser. “I want to sit on the old sofa and hear the clock tick.”
And that was the sentiment of the four inseparables.
They did not stay to see the other events run off, but hurried back to Randall. There was gloom in the college, but it was not hopeless, for all felt that the other games would bring better news.