st put me on to his style," said Fred; and together they worked
out a scheme of offence and defence that they hoped would bring victory
to Rally Hall.

There was a good deal of anxiety as the day of the game drew near. The
last time the elevens had met, Lake Forest had won by two touchdowns,
and it was reported that they were fully as fast this year.

"They've got a cracking good team and no mistake," admitted Melvin.
"They're a bit heavier than we are in the line, but I think we have it
on them in the back field. But it'll be a fight for blood from the first
kickoff, and I don't look for a big score, whichever side wins."

Professor Raymond, who himself had been a crack player on his own
college eleven, worked hard to get the team into first-class shape. He
had been much worried by the accident to Tom, but, as he watched the
work of Fred, he soon reached the conclusion that the team had been
strengthened rather than weakened.

So that it was with strong hopes of a successful outcome that Rally Hall
went into the fight on the day of the great game.

It was a beautiful day, with just enough snap and coolness in the air to
make it perfect for football. The game was to take place on the Rally
Hall grounds, and Big Sluper, the janitor, with his assistants, had
outdone themselves in getting the gridiron into fine condition.

Long before the time set for the game, a great crowd had gathered. Of
course, every member of the school was there, ready to yell for his
favorites, and, in addition, everybody in Green Haven who had a drop of
sporting blood in his veins had journeyed out to see the gridiron
battle.

Lake Forest had sent down a large crowd of rooters with the team, and
while, of course, they were in the minority, they were chock full of
enthusiasm, and prepared to make up in noise what they lacked in
numbers.

"How do you feel, Fred?" asked Melvin, as they were getting into their
togs.

"Like a fighting cock," replied Fred, doing an impromptu jig. "If I felt
any better, I'd be afraid of myself."

"Great!" said Melvin. "I feel the same way myself. We'll sure bring home
the bacon."

"Here they come!"

There was a roar of greeting, when the Lake Forest team trotted out and
began passing and falling on the ball. But the roar became thunderous
when the Rally Hall boys came into view.

"They're sure giving us a royal send off," commented Billy Burton, "and
it won't do to disappoint them. We've simply _got_ to