"You're coming right along! You'll be the champions of the Interscholastic League," said one admirer of our heroes.
"We're not in the League, but we may be if we can beat Milton," spoke Frank grimly. "We want their scalps next."
"Are you going to challenge them again?" asked Andy.
"Sure. It's the only thing to do. Why, the championship is between us now, and I guess Milton won't back down."
And she did not. A few days after the memorable victory of Riverview, Frank's second challenge to Milton Academy was accepted.
"We will have to play on your grounds," the letter stated, "as our gridiron is going to be used by the freshman team that day."
"Our grounds!" exclaimed Frank. "Well, they're pretty punk, compared to theirs, but they'll have to do. And we can play better at home."
"What if we should win?" cried Andy, capering about.
"Did you say if?" asked Frank. "Of course we're going to win. Now come on, we've got to do something more to those grandstands, and I'd like to see the gridiron in a little better shape."
Between times at practice the lads worked on the grounds until they were in fairly good condition. There was an early indication that a goodly crowd would be present, as the championship of the football season practically lay between Riverview and Milton.