"I'm afraid you're going to make good," said the Mooretown captain to the young millionaire, as the second half started. "We've just _got_ to," answered Dick. "We want that gold cup." Hammering away again, the Kentfield lads advanced the ball. Mooretown got it on a fumble once, and did some pretty work in punting, but it was of no avail. Again they had the pigskin because of the penalty inflicted on a too eager Kentfield player, and they made a desperate try for a field goal, but it fell short. After that there was no more danger to our friends, and they kept the ball advancing by steady rushes, or, to rest his men, Dick would call for a forward pass. Again and yet again was the Mooretown goal line crossed, amid the frantic cheers of the Kentfield contingent, and when the final whistle blew the score was twenty-nine to nothing. "Victory!" cried Dick in exultation, as he hugged as many of his players as he could. "Now for Blue Hill next Saturday and we'll have such a feast as never was at Kentfield before!" CHAPTER XXVII DICK IS SUMMONED The Kentfield cadets accepted the invitation of their late opponents, to stay and see them break training. "As long as we didn't have a chance at the championship I'm glad you fellows have," confided Captain Russell of Mooretown to Dick. "Of course we'd have liked to have beaten you chaps, but I guess we over-trained. We haven't any regular coaches, and we did the best we could." "You sure did," assented Dick heartily. "It's too bad you went back. You were fine early in the season." "I know it, and that shows that it pays to have regular coaches who know their business. How in the world did you fellows manage to get Martin and Spencer?" "Oh, we worked it by a forward pass," replied the young millionaire with a laugh. There was jolly fun at Mooretown that night, in spite of the defeat. The team burned their suits at a big bonfire, and danced around the blaze like Indians, singing college songs and cheering their opponents who, in turn shouted for their plucky but unfortunate enemies. Then came a long and rather dreary ride back to Kentfield in a way-train that stopped at every station. But the boys enlivened the trip by songs and cheers so that they were not very lonesome. "Well Dick, I must get back in the morning," said Mr. Hamilton to his son when they said good-night in Dick's room. "You won't try to see Duncaster again?" "No, it would be of little use. He is evidently set in his ways. My only hope is that he doesn't turn over to the other side. If he does----" The millionaire paused. "Well?" asked Dick suggestively. "The Hamilton fortune will be a thing of the past, son." "As bad as that?" Mr. Hamilton nodded.