“I wish he could see it,” murmured Gerald.
“He will, for it’s going to stay right here at Yardley,” declared Alf. “We’ve just got to win that, Dan!”
“You bet we have!”
“You look after it to-night and to-morrow we’ll take it over to Greenburg and get Proctor to exhibit it in his window for a week or so; that will give the Broadwood fellows a chance to see it.”
“I hope they’ll never get a better chance,” said Dan.
News of the trophy’s arrival was soon about school and during the evening there was a steady stream of visitors invading No. 28, and the following day Alf and Gerald and Dan took the cup to Greenburg and arranged with the amiable Mr. Proctor to place it in his window. Mr. Proctor conducted the principal book and stationery store and held the trade of both schools. Alf wrote an explanatory card to be placed with the cup: “Pennimore Cup, the gift of Mr. John T. Pennimore, to be contested for at hockey by Broadwood and Yardley, and to become the permanent possession of the school winning two out of three games.” Then they went out on the sidewalk and blocked traffic while they had a good look at it.
“Bet you that will make Broadwood’s eyes stick out,” said Alf. “Let’s wait here awhile until some Broadwoods come along and hear what they say.”
“Don’t you suppose they’d know who you are, you silly chump?” laughed Dan. “Come on home.”
“Not until I’ve had a hot chocolate,” returned Alf firmly, moving away from the window with a lingering look at the silver cup. “Want one? My treat.”