All of those who came to the plate did their best, but Jack was on his mettle, and though his swollen hand hurt him not a little, he played with all the coolness, strength and ingenuity which he possessed. As a consequence, although he allowed two single hits, none of the Longley boys got further than third. "Hurrah! Colby Hall wins!" And then what a celebration ensued among the cadets who had won the game and their many supporters! CHAPTER XI BONFIRE NIGHT Such a glorious baseball victory as this could not be passed off lightly by the cadets of Colby Hall. They arranged for a grand celebration that night, with bonfires along the river front and a generous collation served in the gymnasium. They were allowed to invite a few of their boy friends, and all made the most of it. "It's a pity we can't have you girls," said Jack, when they were parting with Ruth and the others. "Never mind, Jack; I'm happy to think that you won the game," answered the girl. "Yes, and we're extra happy to think that you got the best of that awfully conceited Tommy Flanders," added May. Late in the evening the boys cut loose to their hearts' content, neither Colonel Colby nor Captain Dale having a mind to stop them. There were only two boys in the school who did not appreciate the celebration. One was Stowell, who was caught by some of his tormentors and dusted from head to foot with flour, and Leeds, who had been so pessimistic regarding the school winning. Leeds had said altogether too much, and as a consequence a big fool's cap was placed on his head and he was marched around the campus riding on a rail and then dumped unceremoniously into the river. "And don't you dare swim out until you promise after this to believe in Colby Hall and root for her first, last, and all the time!" shouted one of the cadets on the shore. "All right, I'll promise! I'll promise anything!" spluttered Leeds. "Only let me get out of this." And then he climbed up the river bank and, dripping with water, made a wild rush for the back entrance to the school. Of course there was a good deal more of horseplay, and it can be surmised that Andy and Randy went in for their full share of it. Even Job Plunger was caught by the crowd and hoisted on the top of a barrel which was waiting to be placed on one of the bonfires. "Speech, Shout! Speech!" cried Andy gaily. "Tell us what you know about ball playing in the olden times," suggested Ned Lowe. "You let me down off of this barrel!" cried Plunger, in alarm. "You let me down before this barrel caves in!" and poor Shout, as he was so often called, looked anything but comfortable as he balanced himself on the top of the barrel. "We've got to have a speech, Shout. Come on, you know you are a first-class talker when you get at it." "What is it you boys want?" demanded the janitor, with his hand over his ear. "Give us a speech, a _speech_!" "Teach! I never did teach! What are you talking about?"