come so tense that they had forgotten to smoke. “We’ve got to win, fellows, for old Sanford. Are you back of us?”
“Yes!” The tension shattered into a thousand yells. The boys leaped on the chairs and shouted until they could shout no more. When Gifford called for “a regular cheer for Jack Price” and then one for the team—“Make it the biggest you ever gave”—they could respond with only a hoarse croak.
Finally the hymn was sung—at least, the boysj tried loyally to sing it—and they stood silent and almost reverent as the team filed out of the gymnasium.
Hugh walked back to Surrey Hall with several! men. No one said a word except a quiet good night as they parted. Carl was in the room when he arrived. He sank into a chair and was silent for a few minutes.
Finally he said in a happy whisper, “Was ri’t it wonderful, Carl?”
“Un-huh. Damn good.”
“Gosh, I hope we win. We’ve got to!”
Carl looked up, his cheeks redder than usual, hisl eyes glittering. “God, yes!” he breathed piously.!
