"Well, you're a credit to the family, Harry. You did all that Clark himself could have done. I guess I'll have to write to him about you. See you later; see you at the banquet to-night."
Then he went to rejoin Rupert, and he left Harry feeling very proud and happy.
Frank Windsor and Harry walked up together to their room. Frank was tired, and stretched himself out on the window-seat; but Harry had not played long enough for that and soon found he was restless. He went out to look for friends and talk with others about the great victory. Downstairs in the common room a group was gathered, and Bruce Watson, spying Harry, darted out from it, seized him, and dragged him forward. One after another they shook hands with him.
"That was a great tackle of yours, Harry." "Too bad you were n't in the game longer." "I bet you'd have done better than Holder." Such were the pleasant remarks that they showered upon him. And more than ever now he felt that he had won his spurs. He
