"Kentfield! Kentfield! Kentfield! Rah! Rah! Rah! Boom! Boom! _Boom!_ Ah! Ah! Ah! Kentfield!" Thus the school cry was given, coming from a thousand hoarse throats, and then came: "Three cheers for Dick Hamilton!" The grandstands rocked and swayed and creaked with the stress of emotion displayed. "It was great, old man! Great!" cried Paul, clapping his panting chum on the back. "Thanks. I knew I had to do it to save the game." "And you did!" exclaimed Beeby. "Somebody punch me--I'm too happy to last!" Some one obliged him with such force that Beeby stumbled, and to save himself he had to execute a forward somersault, at which trick he was an adept. "Armstrong up!" called the scorer, when he could make himself heard. "Oh, what's the use of playing it out?" asked Beeby. "Let's sweeten the score if we can," urged Dick, who did not like doing anything by halves. But there was little interest in the game now, for Kentfield had won, and nothing could take it from her. Still Armstrong got up, and promptly fanned out, over which fact there was no regret, rather gladness on the part of the champions, who wanted to quit and celebrate. Dejectedly Blue Hill filed off the field, after they had cheered and been cheered. The great game was over, the crowds thronged down from the grandstands. The Kentfield nine and the substitutes got together, and cheered Dick to the echo. Then with a singing of the song that always followed a victory they dispersed to the dressing rooms. Their baseball season was over. "You certainly did yourself and us proud, Dick," said Paul, as he and his chum walked away together. "I wish Uncle Ezra could have seen you." "Oh, he'd probably say that the money spent on baseball might better be used to buy interest-bearing bonds," laughed Dick. "But say, I thought I saw some of the girls here." "They are. We'll look 'em up after we tidy up a bit." And then came the shower baths, a changing into clean raiment and a gladsome time with the girls, who crowded around the hero of the day. "Well, I suppose we'll soon be away from here," remarked Paul that night as he, Dick and Innis Beeby sat in the room of the latter, and talked over the great game. "Yes, my folks wrote to say that the cottage by the sea was open, and I'm expected there soon," said Innis. "I'm booked for the White Mountains this trip," said Paul, "and I'm not very keen for it, either." Dick was silent for a few seconds, looking over some papers. "What are you going to do, old man?" asked Paul. "Fellows, I've got the best scheme yet!" exclaimed Dick. "I've just got it worked out. What do you say to a trip to California with me in the new auto I'm going to get? Will you come?" "Will we!" cried Innis without a moment's hesitation. "Will a duck swim?" "Put her there, old man!" yelled Paul, slapping his hand into that of Dick. "When do we start?"