Brill had played against the scrub only, which was hardly a test of what it could do.
The day for the contest dawned clear and bright, and early in the afternoon the visitors from Roxley, Hope, and other institutions of learning, as well as from Ashton and other towns, commenced to pour in.

They came on foot, in carriages and automobiles, and on bicycles, and soon the grandstand and the bleachers were filled to overflowing.
Flags and college colors were in evidence everywhere, and so were horns and rattles.
While Dick was waiting to catch sight of the carriage containing Sam and the girls from Hope he saw another turnout approaching.

In it were Mr.Sanderson and his daughter Minnie.
"Why, how do you do, Mr.Rover!" cried the girl pleasantly.
"Very well," answered Dick politely, raising his cap.

"And how are you ?" "Oh, fine! I made papa drive me over to see the game.

It's going to be something grand, so I've heard," went on Minnie, and then she added: "Thought you and your brothers were coming to see us ?" "We--er--we haven't had much time," stammered Dick.