“Pennants, stupid!” corrected Gordon. “Well, that’s doing pretty well, Dick. Then, after paying for the car, we have money left?” “Over fifty dollars,” was the reply. “What shall we do with it?” “G-g-give it to me,” suggested Fudge. “I think you ought to have it for gasoline and tires,” laughed Gordon. “This thing will keep you poor, I’m afraid, Dick.” “No, sir,” replied the owner of the car seriously. “I’m studying up on autos, and I’m going to make my own repairs. And I’ve sent for a vulcanizing outfit that only costs three dollars and a half. When I get that I can fix my own tires. As for gasoline, why, _Eli_ only drinks a gallon every twenty miles! And I don’t run that far in three days! I think it would be a good plan to hand over what we have left to the Athletic Committee, Gordie. They’ll need a lot of money now that we own the field. We’ll have to pay the taxes and for water and other things.” “That’s right. As far as I’m concerned——” “Remember this place?” interrupted Dick. Gordon nodded. “Yes; that’s where Morris steered the car into the fence and me into the bushes.” “It’s where you became a blooming hero,” said Fudge. “Hero, nothing! What I did didn’t amount to a row of pins!” “Well, it amounted to the gift of an athletic field to the school,” said Dick, with a smile. “That’s something, you know!” “And it amounted to something else, t-t-too,” added Fudge. “It made Morris a respectable member of s-s-s-society!” “What beautiful expressions you do use, Fudge!” laughed Gordon. “Fudge is right, though,” agreed Dick, when he had carefully steered the car around a wagon. “Morris is a heap more—more likable than he was last year. Whether it was the accident——” “It jarred some of the nonsense out of him, perhaps,” said Gordon. “Although, for that matter, Dick, maybe you like him better for other reasons.” “Humph!” said Dick, with a suspicious sidelong glance. Fudge chuckled. “Even you and Morris’ father seem to be getting quite chummy,” pursued Gordon, “while as for Mrs. Brent, why, she’s absolutely spoony about you!” “Go ahead and enjoy yourself,” said Dick. “I don’t mind your ravings. Looks as though they were getting ready to close the hotel, doesn’t it?” he added, as they took the corner cautiously and turned into the shore road. “I should think they would. About everyone has gone. Did I tell you what Caspar Billings said at the station the other day?” “I don’t think so. What was it?” “He said he was going to send circulars of the hotel to all the prep schools next Spring, so he could get up a nine that would beat us next summer and get that pennant back!” “L-l-let him!” sputtered Fudge. “We’ll be ready for them!” “Yes, indeed, for we’ll have Mr. Harold Townsend playing for us,” said Gordon. “By the way, Dick, we’d better put him in center field, don’t you think?” “Certainly.” “That’s all r-r-right!” exploded Fudge. “P-p-put him there! I’m going to p-p-p-play in the infield next s-s-s-summer! I’m g-g-going——”