queue to do the serpentine dance.

Cheer after cheer was given, and then the team passed into the dressing
rooms, and into comparative quiet. Comparative quiet only, for the
players were babbling among themselves, living the game over again.

"And to think that a substitute did it, after we've thought ourselves
the whole show all season," groaned one of the regulars.

"Oh, well, it was just an accident," said Andy, modestly.

"A mighty lucky accident for Yale, my friend!" exclaimed Holwell. "May
there be more of such accidents!"

Back in the gymnasium, later, after a refreshing shower, Andy managed to
get away from the admiring crowd, and finding Chet took him to his room.
Dunk was there before them.

"This is a great and noble occasion!" he cried, as Andy came in. "I'm
proud of you, my boy! Proud! Put her there!"

Andy sent his hand into that of his roommate with a resounding whack.

"We've got to celebrate!" cried Dunk. "The freshman football season is
over. You break training. You've got to celebrate!"

"I don't mind--in a mild sort of way," laughed Andy.

"Oh, strictly proper--strictly proper!" agreed Dunk.

"I think I'd better be getting back," remarked Chet.

"No, stay and see the fun," insisted Dunk, and Chet agreed to do so.

There came a rush of feet along the corridor, and some one whistled "See
the conquering hero comes!"

"There are some of the fellows now!" cried Dunk. "Oh! this is great. We
must make this a noteworthy occasion. We must celebrate properly!" he
was getting quite excited, and Andy began to worry somewhat, for he did
not want his roommate to celebrate in the wrong way, and there was some
danger lest he might.

"Where is he?"

"Lead me to him!"

"Oh, you Andy Blair!"

Bob, Ted and Thad came bursting into the room, which would not hold many
more.

"Shake!" was the general command, and Andy's arm ached from the
pump-handle process.

"What are you going to do?" asked Ted.

"We're going to eat!" cried Dunk. "This is on me--a little supper by
ourselves at Burke's."

"Count us in on that!" cried some one out in the corridor, and Mortimer
Gaffington and some of his cronies shoved their way into the room. "We
want to have a share in the blow-out! Congratulations, old man!" and he
pumped Andy's arm.

"Oh, what a night we'll have!" cried Clarence Boyle.

"The wildest and stormiest ever!" added Len Scott. "Yale's night!"

"Got to go easy, though!" cautioned Dunk.

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