The 'varsity was in fine fettle today and ripped the second team wide open for three scores in the two periods played.

Amy pretended to think that every 'varsity success was a second team victory.
"There, that 'varsity fellow has taken the ball across the line, Clint! Isn't that great?
How much does that count for the second?
Six, doesn't it?
My, but your team is certainly playing wonderful football, chum.
What I don't understand, though, is the--the appearance of satisfaction displayed by the 'varsity, Clint.

Why is that?
Carmine is patting Kendall on the back just as if he had done something fine! I suppose, though, that they're so used to being defeated that they can pretend they're pleased! Let me see, that makes the score 13 to for the second, eh ?" "Oh, dry up!" laughed Clint.

"The 'varsity's having one of its good days, that's all, and we're playing pretty rotten.

We have to let them win once in a while.