But Joel March was missing.

In his room at Masters Hall Joel sat by the table with a Greek history open before him.

I fear he was doing but little studying, for now and then he arose from his chair, walked impatiently to the window, from which he could see in the distance the thronged field, bright with life and color, turned impatiently away, sighed, and so returned again to his book.

But surely we can not tarry there with Joel when Hillton and St.Eustace are about to meet in gallant if bloodless combat on the campus.

Let us leave him to sigh and sulk, and return to the gridiron.
A murmur that rapidly grows to a shout arises from the grand stand, and suddenly every eye is turned up the river path toward the school.