In the stand sat Elsie Bellwood and Inza Burrage, both thrilled by the joy of it. “Oh, Inza!” breathed Elsie; “isn’t it grand! Isn’t it just splendid to be at a game like this and see Frank and Bart on the field once more!” Inza was no less moved. “It’s like old times,” she answered. “Oh, the sweet, old days!” Then she softly hummed: “Oh, the days that have vanished forever— The sweet, sunny days of the past! They’ll come again back to us never, They were happy—too happy to last!” “But there are happier days in store for us all, Inza,” said Elsie. “I feel it—I know it!” “I believe that, also,” nodded Inza. “Still, I often think of the days when we first met. I think of Fardale, and it seems so far—so very far away! I think of our visits to Yale, and somehow that seems long, long ago.” “What a splendid-looking lot of fellows!” exclaimed Elsie. “Aren’t they, Inza?” “Yes; but I see one who looks finer in my eyes than a thousand like the others on the field.” “Oh, fie! I don’t believe you’re looking at the one I see.” “I don’t believe so, either.” “I hope not.” “So do I. There, Elsie, we’re both satisfied. Hear the Harvard cheer. Isn’t it a splendid sound?” “I like the Yale cheer better.” “I love them both. Look, there go the two captains—there goes Frank!” The captains and some of the officials were holding a consultation near the centre of the field. It was soon over, and the referee placed the ball in the centre of the circle. The two teams spread out and lined up in regular order. The game was about to begin. Vernell was a clever man at centre. He waited until Hackett placed his stick, after which he quickly placed his in such a position as to balk the effort he fancied the Hopkins man intended to make. The whistle sounded. Hackett attempted to draw the ball, but with a snap Vernell defeated him and obtained it, quickly passing it to Merry, who was in position to take it. Merry scooped it as Mowry came in on him. Mowry tried a “check up,” but was a second too late, and Frank got away with the ball, although the Hopkins player was right on him. Merry was forced to pass, and he sent the ball to Onslaw with a quick “tip.” Lowe attempted a check with his stick, but Onslaw turned in such a way that the move to balk him failed. Wilkins was in position to try for a goal, but Delano was clinging to him like a leech. Onslaw found himself pocketed between two of the Hopkins men, and he ventured a pass to Wilkins. Delano darted in and knocked the ball out of Wilkins’ stick. It went to Fillmore. The Hopkins captain was on the alert. Like a cat he scooted the ball from the ground, avoiding Morgan, and darted out to one side, where he made a long pass to Woodin. Woodin went flying toward the Merries’ goal, running like a deer and managing to keep clear of Gamp. Starbright left his man and darted across to intercept Woodin before the Hopkins third attack should reach a dangerous position.