Oddly enough――or so it seemed to Clif――his father and Walter Treat took to each other instantly, and Clif was a trifle annoyed to discover that Walter’s acceptance of his father seemed more important to him than his father’s approval of Walter! Just as though, he reflected later as he hurried away to the field, it mattered a bit what Walter thought! But he was glad that his roommate had offered to look after the visitor during practice. They didn’t meet again until the Scrub Team, released after an hour’s strenuous work, invaded the grand stand to witness the last half of the contest with Highland School. Walter had somehow managed to occupy the better part of two seats and Clif squeezed himself down beside his father. The Dark Blue had scored a field-goal in the second period, but had not been able to cross the enemy’s goal-line. Highland, playing a far better defensive than offensive game, had failed to score. In the third quarter Fargo and Jenkins between them took the ball to the enemy’s eleven yards from where a forward-pass grounded, and from where, on fourth down, Fargo’s end run was stopped on the eight yards. It was not until late in the last period that Wyndham got her second score. Then, after a long run by Whitemill had brought the battle to Highland’s thirty-yard line, Fargo dashed past tackle for eight, threw across center to Archer for nine more, and then took the ball on the thirteen yards and, with the other backs faking a tandem on the right of center, tore through on the left, shook off three tackles and crossed the goal-line standing up! Stoddard was hurried in the try-for-point, but the ball shot off to the right, and Wyndham had to be satisfied with nine points as her share of the afternoon’s diversion. Highland had nothing left to offer in the way of attack, and the rest of the final period passed with the ball see-sawing back and forth about the center of the field, Coach Otis sending in substitutes lavishly, and the stand gradually emptying. There was just time to ride into the village with dad and see him safely settled at the Inn before six o’clock. Then Clif hurried back to supper, secured permission to spend the evening outside, and, feeling a wee bit important, strode down the drive at seven, dressed in his best. Mr. Bingham had discovered a billiard table at the Inn, and was knocking the balls around when Clif found him. “Get your cue, son,” he said. “You’ll find one there with a tip if you look hard. I haven’t whaled you for a long time!”