Andy found himself in the midst of a mad throng, of which his own mates formed but a small part, for the field was now overflowing with the spectators who had rushed down from the stands. Some one pushed a way through and grabbed Andy by the hand. "You did it, old man! You did it!" a frantic voice exclaimed. "I give you credit for it, Andy!" Andy found himself confronting Chet. "I told you we'd win," answered Andy, with a laugh. "Yes, but you never said you were going to do it yourself," spoke Chet, ruefully. "Come on, fellows, up with him!" called the quarterback, and before Andy could stop them they had lifted him to their shoulders, while behind the students had formed themselves into a queue to do the serpentine dance. Cheer after cheer was given, and then the team passed into the dressing rooms, and into comparative quiet. Comparative quiet only, for the players were babbling among themselves, living the game over again. "And to think that a substitute did it, after we've thought ourselves the whole show all season," groaned one of the regulars. "Oh, well, it was just an accident," said Andy, modestly. "A mighty lucky accident for Yale, my friend!" exclaimed Holwell. "May there be more of such accidents!" Back in the gymnasium, later, after a refreshing shower, Andy managed to get away from the admiring crowd, and finding Chet took him to his room. Dunk was there before them. "This is a great and noble occasion!" he cried, as Andy came in. "I'm proud of you, my boy! Proud! Put her there!" Andy sent his hand into that of his roommate with a resounding whack. "We've got to celebrate!" cried Dunk. "The freshman football season is over. You break training. You've got to celebrate!" "I don't mind--in a mild sort of way," laughed Andy. "Oh, strictly proper--strictly proper!" agreed Dunk. "I think I'd better be getting back," remarked Chet. "No, stay and see the fun," insisted Dunk, and Chet agreed to do so. There came a rush of feet along the corridor, and some one whistled "See the conquering hero comes!" "There are some of the fellows now!" cried Dunk. "Oh! this is great. We must make this a noteworthy occasion. We must celebrate properly!" he was getting quite excited, and Andy began to worry somewhat, for he did not want his roommate to celebrate in the wrong way, and there was some danger lest he might. "Where is he?" "Lead me to him!" "Oh, you Andy Blair!" Bob, Ted and Thad came bursting into the room, which would not hold many more. "Shake!" was the general command, and Andy's arm ached from the pump-handle process. "What are you going to do?" asked Ted. "We're going to eat!" cried Dunk. "This is on me--a little supper by ourselves at Burke's." "Count us in on that!" cried some one out in the corridor, and Mortimer Gaffington and some of his cronies shoved their way into the room. "We want to have a share in the blow-out! Congratulations, old man!" and he pumped Andy's arm.