Crossett, of Broadwood, won third place from Hiltz and Sherwood, of Yardley, and then no more runners finished for several minutes. Finally two tired Broadwood youths trailed in, and Holder and Merrow fought for eighth place. Holder won, but young Merrow had run a plucky race and received such a hearty salvo of applause that he got embarrassed and quickly dodged into the crowd. A few minutes later Yardley’s eighth man had finished and the score was known. It was a decisive victory for the Blue, 51 to 85, and Yardley set off for home, passing the last stragglers on the way, two Yardley and six Broadwood fellows. Gerald and Arthur sat on the front seat of the car going back, with Ned, Kendall, Harry Merrow and Goodyear behind. On the way up the hill Arthur leaned over and whispered in Gerald’s ear: “How does it sound, Gerald?” “What?” asked the other. “Why, ‘Captain Pennimore’!” “Shut up,” growled Gerald sheepishly. “Besides, maybe I won’t get it,” he added. “Don’t you worry; you will!” And a week afterwards he did. As the car rolled past Oxford on the way around to the gymnasium Ned asked: “What are you rubbering at, Curt?” “I was looking at that man on the steps,” responded Kendall. “Did you notice him, Ned? Do you know who he is?” “That was Payson, you chump!” “No, I mean the man with him. He looked like someone I――used――to know.” “I didn’t notice him,” replied Ned. “Some Old Grad back for the game, I suppose.” “All out!” shouted Gerald. “Far as the car goes!” _Honk! Honk! Honk!_ said the horn. CHAPTER XXIV KENDALL MEETS AN OLD FRIEND Yardley Broadwood Vinton, l. e. r. e., Bishop Mitchell, l. t. r. t., Scott Ridge, l. g. r. g., Stafford Fogg, c. c., O’Brien Merriwell, r. g. l. g., Smith Stark, r. t. l. t., Weldon Norton, r. e. l. e., Furniss Simms, q. b. q. b., Saunders Roeder, l. h. b. r. h. b., Reid Stearns, r. h. b. l. h. b., Raynor Hammel, f. b. f. b., Rhodes