| Chancellor's Hill | 5 |
| The Towers | 0 |
The Headmaster's secretary, a studious but otherwise attractive young man, who posted the notice, volunteered the information that the Chancellor's Hill left end had turned the trick with a fifty-five yard run when The Towers eleven had tied itself into a knot through a jumbled signal.
"That's an awful beginning!" said Runt Woods, who was standing next to Dick Harrington. He was a little, flat-faced, brownie sort of boy, whom everybody loved. "Must have been in the first five minutes of play."
"They won't get any more," Dick answered confidently. "It's too bad they scored, but they won't get any more."
His optimism was unwarranted. There was a long wait without news. Then Mr. Tuttle, the secretary, reappeared from the Main Building, wearing a rueful smile. He picked up the eraser under the bulletin board, but he did not disturb the zero which stood to the credit (or debit) of The Towers. He rubbed out the 5 that followed Chancellor's Hill and set down 11.
"Something's happened!" cried Dick.
"Two touchdowns and a goal have happened," said Runt Woods gloomily.
"I don't mean that. I mean that something's happened to the team! Lost their heads, or something."
He wondered whether "The Colonel" had been taken ill. "The Colonel" was so completely the heart and soul of the team. If for some reason he were out of it——
They must be playing the second period by now. There was another long wait. Then at last Mr. Tuttle, looking grave, reappeared.