Here the banks were quite far apart, and the wide stretch afforded a splendid scope for the energetic game, as well as the crowds that would likely gather to witness the play of the Columbia High Seven.
Already most of the committee had reached the spot. Some of them were busily engaged in marking off the place selected as best fitted for the game. This was a section one hundred and seventy-five feet long by sixty-five wide. The goals were set at either end, and in the middle of the line marking the termination of the field. These goal posts were some six feet apart and four feet high, being provided with the customary goal nets.
Lanky quickly skated up to where Frank was talking with several others, among them the players who expected to participate in the coming game.
Down the river he could see a squad of boys advancing, and from the fact that Lef Seller led the bunch it was easy to guess that these were to be the adversaries of the hard-working Columbia High team.
Whatever Lanky wanted to say, he thought it best to get through with before the coming of the enemy.
"Listen here, fellows," he began, drawing them closer around him.
"Hey, gather in; Lanky's got the latest news from the seat of war!"
