Only twenty-six players made the trip to Clear Lake the next day, and Barry was not one of them. Nor did he make one of the hundred or so fellows who followed the team by train. He put in a quarter of an hour punting to Peaches and then played four sets of tennis with that youth, meeting defeat in three of them. At five o’clock they learned the result of the football game, by calling up the telegraph office in the village. Peebles had won by the score of 21 to 31. “That,” said Peaches, as they left the booth in Croft Hall, “is worse than I expected. What’ll we do between now and supper-time? Let’s go to the village.” “What for?” “I don’t know,” acknowledged Peaches, in a discouraged voice. “I’ll tell you: we’ll go and make Zo play the fiddle to us!” So they did, and Mill came across from his room presently and invited them to hear his radio and they sat in front of a horn for a quarter of an hour while Mill turned dials and frowned deeply, and heard a faint, far-off voice say, “You have just listened to the Hotel Pyramid Dance Orchestra play....” The faint voice died into silence and Peaches shook his fist at the horn and hissed, “Liar!” Mill wagged his head despondently. “It was going fine a little while ago,” he said. “I don’t understand it!” “Where,” murmured Peaches, “have I heard that before?” Mill viewed him almost insultingly and Zo created a diversion by drawing the bow across the strings of his violin and starting a football song. In the middle of it Peaches, who had been staring fixedly at the radio set, interrupted with a shout. “I’ve got an idea!” he proclaimed. * * * * * The football team arrived in time for supper, bearing indications of having spent a strenuous afternoon. Pete Zosker appeared to have taken a leading part in a train wreck, and both Goof Ellingham and Ira Haviland looked as if they might have been dropped from an airplane. Some of the others showed minor abrasions. A fat boy at Barry’s table, after viewing the returned heroes as they passed, remarked in an awed tone: “Gee! it must have been some party!” No one felt capable of improving on that and it was tacitly accepted as an expression of general opinion. It was plainly evident that Major Loring wasn’t pleased with the team’s performance, for on Tuesday there were several shifts in the first line-up. Sinclair yielded right guard’s post to Rusty Waterman and went to the subs. Kirkland replaced Leary at right tackle, and several other changes were effected in line and back field. By the end of the week some of the ejected ones were back, however, Sinclair among them, and the line-up that faced the Greenville Academy wasn’t very different from that of the previous week. But the Greenville game was not yet.