eleven were warmly praised by their friends and the public in general, while many condemned the military academy for the roughness shown.
"Oh, it was too lovely for anything!" said Vera Rockwell, when Phil and Roger sauntered up, waiting for the carryall to take the eleven back to Oak Hall.
"It was indeed!" added Mary Feversham. "We compliment you, and we compliment Mr. Porter, too," she added, her eyes beaming brightly.
"A well-fought game," was Mr. Rockwell's comment; and then the boys passed on, to join their fellows.
Of course the majority of the Rockville supporters felt blue over the outcome of the game, and they lost no time in leaving the grandstand and disappearing from view. Jasniff and Merwell went also, but in another direction.
"This leaves me high and dry," growled Merwell. "I won't have a cent to spend for two weeks."
"Let us see if we can't borrow some money," suggested Jasniff.
"I'd like to know who from? All the fellows who bet have lost their money."
"Then we'll have to hit somebody who didn't bet—some of the goody-goody fellows," and he laughed bitterly.
