“Yes, if we win the game Saturday against Pentonville Prep,” agreed Phil.
“Oh, we’ll do that all right,” declared Frank.
The football situation in the Tonaka Lake League was peculiar that year. In spite of the fact that Randall had not done well and had been beaten by Fairview, the latter college had “slumped” so after her victory over Randall that she was practically out of it as regards the championship. Should Randall win the game against Pentonville, which was almost a foregone conclusion, there would be a tie between Boxer Hall and the college of our heroes for the championship. It was this knowledge which made the players, coach and captain a trifle nervous, for so much depended on the final struggle that was close at hand.
Would it be Randall or Boxer Hall that would carry off the honors of the gridiron?
“Well, we’ll play our heads off, that’s all I can say,” remarked Tom, as he glanced over the sporting pages of a paper. “I see that they’re trying some new kicking game at Boxer.”
“Yes, they’re always after fads,” declared Phil. “But straight football, with some of the old-fashioned line bucking, such as we play, and two halves, are good enough for me.”
“Same here,” agreed Sid.
“I guess nothing will come of that law business before the final game, eh, fellows?” went on Tom, who seemed anxious about it.
“No danger of a decision from the courts right away,” said Frank. “From what I can hear, our lawyers are going to get back at Langridge and his partner in some new kind of an injunction or a lis pendis or a whang-doodle. That may make it look like a white horse of another color.”
They talked of football and the legal tangle at some length, and were deep in a discussion about a certain wing-shift play, when tramping footsteps were heard down the corridor.