[CHAPTER XXXV]
RANDALL’S HONOR CLEARED
“Come on boys! One last song!” begged Bean Perkins of his well-nigh exhausted lads. “One last song to celebrate the victory!”
They gave it with a will, followed by cheer after cheer,—for the team, for the college, for the colors, for their rivals, for the girls—anything and everything was cheered.
Exter, Boxer Hall and Fairview nobly did their share, too. They paid full tribute to their successful rivals.
“And we win! We win! We win!” cried Kindlings, as he capered about the group of tired but happy athletes.
“As if there ever was a doubt,” said Holly Cross.
“Oh, you get out!” protested Kindlings. “It was all in the air until the last minute. Tom and Sid pulled us out of the fire.”
The field was being overrun with spectators, who sought to congratulate victors, or commiserate with the losers. Randall’s colors were seen on every side, for, as is always the case in college games, the winning hues always appear mysteriously at the end of the contest.
“Come on, the girls are waiting for us,” said Phil, who had changed into his ordinary garments. “They want to congratulate you, Sid.”
“Then they’ll have to wait,” was the seeming ungracious answer. “I’m all dust, and I’m going to have a shower first. I’ll be with you in five minutes.”