for their football warriors, formed on the field behind their band and marched back to the campus singing "Tate, Forward March to Victory." Harold, sitting on the bench on the side lines, suddenly became aware that the malevolent eyes of Dan Sheldon, sauntering beside Garrity on the outside edge of the parade, were upon him.
"How's the water boy to-day?" Dan yelled to the Freshman and, nudging Garrity, pointed out the fourth-string varsity quarterback with a laughing sneer.
Harold's face reddened and his fists clenched. He would like to have rushed out and hit that dark, snaky face once more. But he subsided and contented himself with waving back an acknowledgment of greetings from Joe Bartlett and Leonard Trask, marching side by side among the Tate hordes.
"Atta boy. Lamb," shouted Joe.
"Go get 'em. Lamb," echoed Leonard.
Harold sat alone amid the mob that jammed the Tate auditorium that evening at the final mass meeting of the season. On the stage were the members of the varsity eleven in civilian clothes, along with the team manager, Coach Cavendish and "Cupid" Williams, Tate's most famous football rooter. Williams, who weighed nearly three hundred pounds, had been a star gridiron player at
