CHAPTER IX.
AN EVENING CALL.
The last week of October brought chilling winds and flying clouds.

Life at Hillton Academy had gone on serenely since West's victory on the links.

The little pewter tankard reposed proudly upon his mantel beside a bottle of chow-chow, and bore his name as the third winner of the trophy.

But West had laid aside his clubs, save for an occasional hour at noon, and, abiding by his promise to Joel, he had taken up his books again with much resolution, if little ardor.

Hillton had met and defeated two more football teams, and the first eleven was growing gradually stronger.