The man was pushing his way through a wondering and enthusiastic crowd. Out on the gridiron the Riverview team was capering about in delight. They had cheered their gloomy rivals and been cheered in turn. The field was being overflowed by a mass of people.
"You fellows are sure wonders!" cried the captain of the Miltons. "We came for your scalps, but you got ours. How did you do it?"
"We just had to," said Frank simply.
A messenger boy thrust his way through the crowd.
"Frank Racer!" he called.
"Here I am," answered our hero.
He tore open the envelope that was handed to him, and his face went red.
"Hang that Thorny!" he exclaimed. "I've got to go to see Gertrude and her mother," he explained in a low voice to his brother. "Professor Callum is putting on the screws again. He's got out another attachment. I guess this business here, when he fears he'll lose his back salary, made him do it. I'm going to see Mr. Bolton right away. You pack up the things."
"What things?"
"Why, our clothes and stuff. We're going home. Riverview is up the spout."