"A speech, Dick," shouted some one.
Dick arose and there was more cheering. "Well, I don't know whether old Dick Dullhead can make a speech."
Here there were protests of "No Dullhead any more, but Old Ironsides."
"Well, I want to drink a toast and I want you all to drink the same. Here's to the fellow that made Dick Dullhead a name and fellow of the past, and made me Dick Ironsides instead. Here's to the one that trained all of us so faithfully and well that each one of us had the swiftness, strength, and endurance to win the game. Here's to the fellow that so trained me that I was able to carry both ball and Breage captain to the goal. Here's to our valiant captain, Ande Trembath."
There was a storm of cheers as they responded; but where was Ande?
Though he had been missed since the regular ball had disappeared, yet every one had supposed him among the crowd somewhere. Now calls for the captain were on all sides, but he was not present.
The majority, believing that he was out, but would be in shortly, kept up the feasting, singing, and speaking.
Dick, after an inquiry here and there, went out and disappeared in the night.