the field like a blue streak, and—but, ahem! that is past history now," finished the doctor, bringing himself back to his usual dignity. "But I must look into this football matter more closely," he added with a speculative sigh.
Poole, Frapley, and their crowd had arranged for a banquet that night, and many others of Oak Hall had gathered boxes and barrels for bonfires. The banquet was a tame affair, and not a single fire was lighted.
"We are having frost early this year," said Luke, dryly.
"Yes, it came on suddenly, this afternoon," added Shadow.
"I'll wager you will hear something drop in the football team before long," went on Luke. "The school won't stand for such work as we had to-day."
"Who is to blame?"
"Rand, Frapley, Bemis, and Nat Poole."
"Then they better resign."
"Just what I say."
During the evening the talk throughout the school was largely about the game, and nearly every player was severely criticised. It was agreed that Bemis had acted in a thoroughly unsportsmanlike manner, and he was told that he would have to resign, and he agreed to do so. It was also agreed by the students generally that of the
