"Wow! Wow! Wow!" cried Dutch, seizing Holly Cross around the waist, and doing a dance with him about the bench. "We did it!" "Great work, boys!" cried the coach. "I congratulate you!" "Three cheers for Randall!" proposed Pinkey Davenport for Boxer Hall, and the yells came with spontaneous enthusiasm. "Three and a tiger for Boxer Hall!" yelled Tom, and his men nearly split their throats. "Come on! Clean up, and then for some fun!" cried Phil. "We'll go hunt up the girls, as soon as we look decent again," he suggested to Tom and Sid, who nodded joyfully. Langridge passed Tom. "It's only one game," growled the defeated pitcher. "We'll do you fellows next time!" "You'll have the chance," retorted Tom good naturedly. A little later the victorious pitcher, and his two chums, having donned their street clothes, were strolling across the field toward a knot of girls. CHAPTER VI THE ACCUSATION "Wasn't it glorious!" cried Madge Tyler, as Tom and his chums came up. "I was just gripping the seat when you threw that last ball, Mr. Parsons." "So was I," admitted Ruth. "Phil, I'm proud of you, even if you are my brother." "Humph!" grunted Phil. "If it hadn't been for Sid's home run we wouldn't have been in it. The fellows who followed him fanned." "You should be very proud, Mr. Henderson," remarked Mabel Harrison, who looked charming in some sort of a soft, clinging dress which I'm not going to describe. "Oh, it was just luck," spoke Sid modestly. "Luck nothing, you old walloper!" cried Tom, thumping his chum on the back. "You just laid for that one, and lambasted it out where the buttercups and daisies grow." "Oh, how poetic!" cried Miss Harrison. "Some ice cream would sound a heap-sight more poetic," decided Phil. "What do you girls say? Will you come and have some?" "Oh, I've provided a little treat for you boys," said Ruth quickly. "By rare good luck Miss Philock, the ogress of Fairview Institute, is away to-day, and I secured permission from the assistant to have a little tea in one of the rooms. We three girls will feed you lions of the diamond, if you promise not to eat up all the charlotte russe and lady fingers I have provided." "Great!" cried Tom. "I haven't the appetite of a butterfly, but----" "Me either," interrupted Sid, with a laugh. "Come on, then," invited Phil's sister. "We are just in time to catch a trolley for Fairview. I have a letter from home for you, Phil," she added. A little later a merry crowd of young people were walking up the campus of the co-educational institution, where the three girls were pursuing their studies. It was Saturday afternoon, and a half holiday for everyone. Ruth, having secured permission, escorted her brother and his two chums to one of the rooms set aside for the use of the girl students in which to entertain their friends.