"I had dandy interference, or I couldn't have made it," replied Garry. "All you fellows were on your toes. But the score stands, and we're licked. But one thing is certain. Those upper class fellows will never hold us cheap again." CHAPTER XIV GETTING A REPRIMAND Ella Grayson gave a little squeal as Garry came into the living room that afternoon. She had of course seen the game, as had every other high school girl, but this was her first close view of her brother. "Garry Grayson!" she exclaimed. "Of all things! Mother, just look at him!" Mrs. Grayson looked, and hurried with an exclamation to her son's side. "Oh, Garry, what has happened? Your nose! That eye! Have you been in an accident?" Garry laughed as he flung his cap into a chair. "Don't worry, Mother," he said giving her an affectionate hug. "I never felt better or happier in my life. Is dinner nearly ready? Gee, but I'm hungry." "But, Garry, you haven't told me--" "Just been in a football game, Mother," Garry explained. "And I got my share of the hard knocks. But it was a peach of a game. We scrubs sure gave the regulars a tough fight. At one time it looked as though we had them licked." "I suppose the next thing you'll have is a cauliflower ear," remarked Ella, as their mother hurried off to find a soothing lotion with which to dress the boy's hurts. "I heard something about your football game on my way home," remarked Mr. Grayson, who entered the house a few minutes later. "I heard, too, who made the touchdowns for the scrubs. Seems to me his name was Grayson or something like that." Garry flushed and Ella giggled. "I think Garry's cut out for an editor," she said. "He's always saying 'we' when it ought to be 'I'." "The other fellows played as hard as I did," declared Garry. "If it hadn't been for the interference I had, I wouldn't have made the touchdowns. The whole team fought like tigers." "Well, I'm glad you made a good showing," said his father. "It's fine to win, of course: but, after all, the main thing is to play the game, play it honorably, squarely and with all your might. And from all I've heard that's the way you played it to-day." "But look at his nose and his eye!" said Mrs. Grayson. "I guess his injuries won't be fatal," laughed Mr. Grayson. "I'm going to take a snapshot of him and show it to the girls," said Ella, making a dive for her camera. "Not on your life you won't!" returned Garry, as he forestalled her and held the instrument out of her reach until she promised to be good.