Do come, or we shall be licked!" Rollitt took a further look at the crumb and then got up.
"I forgot," said he; "come on, Fisher minor." "Aren't you going to put on flannels ?" asked the boy.
"Why!" said Rollitt roughly, stalking out.
Fisher minor wondered if the reason was that he had none.

But he was too full of his mission to trouble about that, and, keeping his prize well in sight, for fear he should go astray, had the satisfaction of seeing him arrive on the field of battle just as the opposing forces were taking their places, and just as the Classic seniors were inwardly calling themselves fools for having depended for a moment on a hopeless fellow of this sort.
The Classic juniors felt a good deal compromised by the champion's shabby cloth trousers and flannel shirt, but they cheered lustily all the same, while the Moderns, having expressed their indignation to one another, relieved their feelings by laughing.
But a moment after, everybody forgot everything but the match.
The Rendlesham men looked very trim and dangerous in their black and white uniform; and when presently their captain led off with a magnificent place-kick which flew almost into the School lines, Classics and Moderns forgot their differences and squirmed with a common foreboding.

Fullerton promptly returned the ball into _medias res_, and the usual inaugural scrimmage ensued.

To the knowing ones, who judged from little things, it seemed that the present match was likely to be as even as any of its predecessors.

The forwards were about equally weighted, and the quarter and half-backs who hovered outside seemed equally alert and light-footed.
Presently the ball squeezed out on the School side and gave Ranger the first chance of a ran.