When the 'varsity team came in to supper that night it received an ovation hardly second in enthusiasm to that usually accorded it after a victory over Claflin.

And perhaps, after all, the team deserved it, for when all was said and done the spirit which had been shown when they had held Chambers scoreless on the four yards and again later when they had themselves worn down the defence and gained their touchdown had been of the right sort.
Clint filled four pages of his Sunday's letter the next afternoon with a glowing and detailed account of that game, and it is to be hoped that the folks at Cedar Run enjoyed the perusal of it half as much as he enjoyed writing it.

That evening he and Amy dropped in at Number 14 Hensey and found a roomful of fellows in excited discussion of the game.
There was a disposition on the part of some of the fellows to consider the Claflin contest as good as won, but Jack Innes was more pessimistic.
"Look here," he interrupted finally, "you fellows talk like a lot of sick ducks.

I'm blessed if I see what you're so cocky about.

We beat Chambers, all right, but we didn't any more than beat them, and we had to work like the very dickens to do it.