“They’ll win, of course,” declared Dan, energetically.
The game between the two freshmen elevens of Boxer Hall and Randall was quite an event, almost approaching the ’varsity struggles, and there was a big crowd on hand at the Boxer Hall gridiron the following Saturday when the contest was about to begin. Nearly all of the ’varsity squad was present to lend moral and vocal support, and Bean Perkins was in his element.
It was a hot battle from the very kick-off, and the two teams fought each other up and down the field. There was considerable kicking and open playing, but Randall depended on old-fashioned football, modified by Mr. Lighton, and secured the first touchdown. Boxer Hall got one before the initial half was finished, and then there was much speculation during the intermission as to which side would win.
By tremendous efforts, ploughing through the line, bucking great holes between their opponents, and by putting up a great defense, Randall succeeded in getting another touchdown, and a goal from the field, while Boxer Hall was unable to score in the last half. It was a glorious victory, all the more so because Randall had lost the contest the previous season.
The game was over. There had been cheers for the winners and losers, and college cries and songs galore.
“Come on over this way,” urged Tom to Sid and Phil, who had sat with him during the game. “I think I see Madge, Ruth and Mabel. There are a lot of Fairview girls here.”
“Oh, trust you for seeing the lassies,” half-grumbled Sid, yet he followed, for he had more than a passing liking for Miss Harrison.
As the trio approached the three girls, who were standing together on the side lines, Tom suddenly plucked his companions by their sleeves.
“What’s up?” demanded Sid.
“There’s Langridge and Gerhart going to speak to them,” said the end.