Harold and the coach shook hands resoundingly.
"What's the use of calling it luck anyway?" grinned Mike. "We won, didn't we? When I saw 'Speedy' here open up the forward passing, I held my breath. When I heard him yell the signal for that trick place-kick, I shut my eyes and I didn't open them again till Hughie Mulligan said she was over. Then—oh, boy!!"
Reminiscences of the historic struggle were being hurled right and left. With Harold the center of it all. But quiet, eager to get away.
Harold knew where there was a solitary shower away from the other occupied row of swishing cascades. He slipped away and sought this haven. Leaning against the wall near the shower bath, he opened the crumpled piece of paper that was Peggy's note and, read:
Harold read the note five times, his face more and more suffused with smiles. Peggy! The sweetest girl in the world. Suddenly a Niagara of water descended upon the blissful hero from the shower above. Absent-mindedly he had leaned against the
