“Yes, sir. We’re going to tie strings to them the next half. Wasn’t Dan fine?”
“He was, indeed. And I thought Tom seemed to get along pretty well when he had the ball.”
“You bet! Tom always does. He just puts his head down and gives a grunt and goes through!”
“That’s a good way to do,” laughed his father. “Enjoying it, Arthur?”
“Very much, sir. Can you see all right from here?”
“Oh, yes. I stood up on the seat. Nearly fell off once when What’s-his-name—Roeder—made that run over there just after the game started. It was beautiful to see the way they pulled him along. It seemed to catch Broadwood napping, didn’t it?”
“You bet it did! Isn’t it a dandy day for a game?” Gerald climbed into the car and settled down on the back seat and Arthur followed him. Over at the side of the field the Yardley cheer leaders were calling “Yardley this way! Yardley this way!” and the blue flags were massing together back of the ropes. Soon the singing began.
“This is Dan’s song,” said Gerald eagerly. “Listen, father!
“‘All together! Cheer on cheer!
Now we’re charging down the field!
See how Broadwood pales with fear,
Knowing we will never yield!
Wave on high your banner blue,
Cheer for comrades staunch and true;
We are here to die or do,
Fighting for old Yardley!’