Barry felt slightly guilty as he approached the stand. Clyde was certain to see him, and he wouldn’t be pleased to find him with Peaches Jones. And Clyde did see him and waved to him from the bench. It was a restrained greeting, however. Barry was surprised at the number of fellows who spoke to his companion. Peaches had the same greeting for all, a slight smile and a backward tilt of his head. Barry felt a trifle apologetic on his companion’s behalf. It seemed to him that Peaches was――well, not exactly impolite but certainly unresponsive. Exactly four fellows nodded to Barry during his climb and it was with difficulty that he restrained himself from stopping to shake hands in gratitude! There was one acquaintance who didn’t speak. He was a large youth with rather staring dark eyes. Barry recognized him as his opponent of a week or so earlier and might have nodded had he received any encouragement. But Waterman’s regard was broodingly unfriendly. Broadmoor’s rival that day was Shefford High School, and no one expected either a very close or a very exciting game. Consequently no one was disappointed when the home team took command at the start and held the enemy in subjection throughout the four ten-minute periods. Peaches, who, in spite of being a devotee of baseball was also an enthusiastic football fan, supplied Barry with the names of the various purple-and-gray clad players, adding brief but illuminating descriptions: “The tall chap with the Napoleonic countenance is Gordon Buckley. Buck is captain. He’s a bright lad and the fellows think a lot of him. The guy playing next to him, this way, is Ellingham――a sturdy brute who goes by the name of Goof; don’t ask me why. Pete Zosker is the center. Pete says his folks are French, but personally I believe him to be a Dalmatian.” “What’s a Dalmatian?” asked Barry. “I haven’t the least idea. Next to Zosker is Sinclair at right guard. He wasn’t much last year. Johnny Zinn is the quarter-back, and a corker. Right here let me call your attention to the fact that this is probably the only football team having two Z’s in its line-up; Zosker and Zinn. If the Major could find nine more Z’s he’d have a real team!” “Who’s the slight fellow playing half?” asked Barry. “Demille. The other’s Tip Cartright, and the full-back is Ira Haviland. Ira is no relation to the china of that name, for he is absolutely non-breakable. Hoskins made that discovery last year. There’s another touchdown. That makes us eighteen――no, nineteen. Now, if Tip gets this goal――”