CHAPTER XX
A SUPPER AND A SNAPPING TURTLE
"Oak Hall wins the game!"
"Say, but that was a great run by Porter!"
"Hello, Rockville, how do you feel now?"
Such were some of the cries uttered after the game came to a finish, the majority of the remarks being completely lost in the wild cheering and noise of the horns and rattles.
The Military Academy players were much crestfallen over the defeat and left the grounds as quickly as possible. The Oak Hall boys were surrounded by their chums, and many were the hand-shakes and back-pattings.
"Boys, you did remarkably well," said Andrew Dale, with a warm smile. "I am proud of you, and I know that Dr. Clay will be proud, too. I am sorry there was any roughness, but I honestly think your opponents were more to blame than yourselves."
"They were," answered Roger. "I had to warn them to be careful, and the referee warned them, too."
"Say, Dave, don't you ever tell me that you
