Sam, by hard work the term previous, had caught up to Tom, while Dick, because of being away on some business for his father at various times, had dropped a little behind.
"Had a little run-in with Sobber," said Dick to his brothers, when he got the chance, and related the particulars.
"He said something about me behind my back," said Sam. "I don't know what it was, but I am certain it was nothing complimentary."
"We must watch him," said Tom. "If we do not, he may try to play us foul."
As this was to be their last term at Putnam Hall, all of the Rovers determined to do their best in their studies, so they spent no time in fooling while at their classes. Once or twice Tom found it hard to resist playing a joke, but a look from Dick usually made him turn to his books again.
It was now the season for football, and several school teams had been organized. Tom and Dick were on one team, headed by Larry Colby. There was another team headed by Tad Sobber, and on this Nick Pell was a quarterback. How Sobber had ever gotten the captaincy of this team was a mystery.
"They want to play us next Saturday," said Larry, one afternoon. "What do you fellows
