"It's time enough to talk like that after we are beaten," declared Guy Frapley, grimly. Then it was announced that the regular Oak Hall football eleven would play the opening game of the season against an eleven from Lemington on a Saturday afternoon, the contest to take place on the Lemington Athletic Grounds.
"They ought to be waxed good and proper!" said Chip Macklin.
"Who?" asked Dave.
"Our eleven, Dave. Oh, I know what you will say—that that isn't the true school spirit and all that—but just the same, Poole and Frapley and that bunch don't deserve to win."
"I've got half a notion not to go to the game," declared Sam.
"I am going," answered Dave. "I don't like that crowd, and I don't think we were treated fairly. Just the same, for the honor of Oak Hall, I am going to the game and root for our side."
"The same old Dave!" murmured Roger, in admiration. "Well, if you're going I am going too."
Lemington was situated several miles up the river, and while some of the boys decided to go to that town by the carryall and on their bicycles and motor-cycles, others decided to go up in boats.
As my old readers know, Nat Poole was the owner of a good-sized motor-boat, a craft he had
