A timekeeper and referee had already been appointed
by Sam and the rival captain, at a meeting at the Hall three days
before.
"My! what a crowd!" exclaimed Tom, as he surveyed the multitude.
"I didn't think we were going to have such an audience as this!"
"Nor I," returned Sam. "We must do our level best, fellows!"
"That's what!" came from several. "If we get whipped --"
"Remember what Baxter did -- that's enough to nerve anybody on,"
finished Larry Colby.
"By the way, where is Baxter?"
"Sneaked out of the ranks," answered another player. "Nobody
wanted to march with him."
"Well, I don't blame them," concluded Sam.
"Doctor Pornell now put in an appearance and desired to know if
the football team did not wish to march around the oval escorted
by his own players.
"Certainly!" cried Sam. And to show this is a purely friendly
match, let us march side by side," he went on, and this was also
arranged. The Putnam Hall drum-and-fife corps led the march, and
each player strode forth with a rival at his side. The march
brought forth a wild round of applause and a veritable shrieking
of tin horns and cracking of wooden clappers.
After the march each team was allowed quarter of an hour for
practicing.
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