But did any one ever read such a string of “hows”?  Why, that sentence was getting to be longer and more complicated than the game it was pretending not to describe; so here’s an end on’t, with the plain statement that the game (like that sentence) came finally to an end.  But the effects of the contest did not end with the dying out of the cheers with which the victory of the scrub was greeted.  And Tug’s elevation did not cease when he had been caught up on the shoulders of the crowd and carried all over the field, amid the wild cheers of the whole Academy.  No more did Captain Clayton’s chagrin end with his awakening from the stupor into which he had been sent by the surprisingly good form of the scrub.

Clayton felt bitter enough at the exposure of his bad captaincy, but a still greater bitterness awaited him, and a still greater triumph awaited Tug, for the Athletic Association put their heads together and decided to have their little say.  The result was published in the Kingston weekly, and Tug, after the overwhelming honor of being interviewed by a live reporter, read there the following screaming head-lines: 

Scrub wipes the earth
with varsity!

Kingston Football Team Meets with a
Crushing Defeat at the Hands of
the Second Eleven.

Score, 28 to 4.

Varsity outplayed at
every point.

Popular Opinion Forces Captain Clayton
to Resign in Favor of
“Tug” Robinson.

Kingston team to be
completely reorganized.

Mr. Robinson Declares that Favoritism will Have no Part in the Make-up of the New Team, and Magnanimously Offers Ex-Captain Clayton a Position on the New Eleven.

There is no need telling here the wild emotions in the hearts of Clayton and his faction at the end of the game, and no need of even hinting the wilder delight of the Lakerimmers at the vindication of their cause.  The whole eleven of them strolled home in one grand embrace, and used their jaws more for talking than for eating when they reached the long-delayed meal at the “Slaughter-house”; and after supper they met again at the fence, and sang Lakerim songs of rejoicing, and told and retold to each other the different features of the game, which they all knew without the telling.  So much praise was heaped upon Tug by the rest of the Academy, and he was so feted by the Lakerimmers, that he finally slipped away and went to his room.  And little History also bade them good night, on his old excuse of having to study.

It was very dark before the Lakerimmers had talked themselves tired.  Then they voted to go around and congratulate Tug once more upon his victory, and give him three cheers for the sake of auld lang syne.  When they went to his room, they were amazed to see the door swinging open and shut in the breeze; they noted that the lock was torn off.  They hurried in, and found one of the windows broken, and books and chairs scattered about in confusion; the mantel and cloth and the photographs on it were all awry.  It was evident that a fierce struggle had taken place in the room.  The nine Lakerimmers stood aghast, staring at each other in stupefaction.  Reddy was the first to find tongue, and he cried out: 

“I know what’s up, fellows:  that blamed gang of hazers has got him!”

Now there was an excitement indeed.  Punk suggested that perhaps he might be in History’s room, and Bobbles scaled the three flights, three steps at a time, only to return with a wild look, and declare that History’s room was empty, his lock broken, and his student lamp smoking.  Plainly the hazing committee had lost no time in seizing its first opportunity.  Plainly the Lakerimmers must lose no time in hurrying to the rescue.

“Up and after ’em, men!” cried B.J.; and, trying to remember what was the proper thing for an old Indian scout to do under the circumstances, he started off on a dead run.  And the others followed him into the night.