“They’re coming in style,” remarked Miss Harrison.
“Wait until you see them go away,” murmured Phil. “They won’t cheer then.”
“Don’t be too certain,” cautioned Miss Newton.
“That’s all right,” went on Phil. “We’re going to win. I feel it in my bones.”
“Look at those boys!” interrupted Miss Tyler. “Those Exter chaps I mean. They’re waving right at us, girls! And we haven’t met any of them. The audacity!”
“Can’t blame them much, for picking out the prettiest crowd of girls here,” ventured Tom.
“Oh, thank you!” chorused the four.
“Humph! Those Exterites have their nerve with them all right,” commented Phil. “I hope we take ’em down a peg.”
“Say, if you fellows are going to take part in the games to-day, get a move on!” cried Holly Cross, running up at that juncture. “You want to warm up before the events. Come on! the girls will manage to live without you for a while, I guess, and you can come back later with colors flying.”
He bowed and smiled at the pretty quartette, and then Tom and his chums, once more predicting that they were going to carry the colors of Randall to the fore, hurried away.