in care of one of the carriage drivers," answered the gymnastic instructor.
Down in the grandstand the supporters of Rockville and of Oak Hall were having lively discussions over the merits of the two elevens. Among the Rockville students were Jasniff, Merwell, and Frapley.
"I hope we wax 'em in the second half!" said Merwell to Jasniff.
"How much money did you put up, Link?" asked Jasniff.
"All I could scrape up—thirty-five dollars."
"And I put up forty dollars."
"With the Oak Hall fellows?"
"No, with some sports from the town."
"Just what I did. Of course, I hope we don't lose! If we do I'll be in a hole until my next remittance comes."
"Oh, Rockville has got to win!" said Jasniff, loudly. "We can't help but do it."
"This is Oak Hall's game!" cried a voice from the other end of the grandstand, and then a cheer went up, followed by another cheer from the local supporters.
"Say, when do we get back at Dave Porter?" asked Merwell, while the cheering was going on. "I'm getting tired of waiting."
"We'll get back at him very soon now," answered Jasniff. "If what Doctor Montgomery
