“Perhaps he’s got a gold mine somewhere,” laughed Dick.

“I don’t know about that, but I do know that there are days when he hasn’t a cent, and the next day he will have just such a roll of bills as you saw him with day before yesterday —­ and the money doesn’t come to him through the mail either.”

“Perhaps Captain Putnam deals it out, to him.”

Captain Harry shook his head.  “Not much!  The captain wouldn’t let him have more than five dollars at a time.  I’ve been through the mill, and I know.”

Here the matter was dropped, but Dick had good cause to remember this conversation later on.

The distance from Putnam Hall to Pornell Academy was a mile and a half, and it was arranged that the football team, Captain Putnam, George Strong, and several others should ride to the latter place in the Hall carriages while the others walked the distance.  Thanksgiving dawned bright and clear.  The morning was spent in the Hall chapel, and dinner was served promptly at twelve.

“Don’t eat too much,” cautioned Sam.  “I want every player to be wide awake today.”

The start was signalized by a grand flourish of tin horns; and away went the two carriages with the horses on a gallop, followed by a large number of the cadets on foot, organized into their regular companies, with Major Bart Conners at the head of the battalion.  The boys were in their best uniforms, and certainly presented an imposing appearance as they marched behind the music of their drums and fifes.

When the grounds at Pornell Academy were reached, they were found to be more than three quarters full, for the proprietor of the place had opened up for the benefit of the public at large, and many had come from Cedarville and the surrounding territory.  The grandstand was already comfortably filled, many coming into the part reserved for the Hall folks on tickets of invitation issued by Sam and indorsed by Captain Putnam.

“Here they come!” yelled the boys of Pornell.  “Three cheers for Putnam Hall!”

The cheers were given with a will; and, getting the football team and the other cadets together, Putnam Hall gave a rousing cheer in return for Pornell Academy.

Then the football teams disappeared into their respective dressing rooms, and the newly arrived cadets took their places in the grandstand.  A timekeeper and referee had already been appointed by Sam and the rival captain, at a meeting at the Hall three days before.

“My! what a crowd!” exclaimed Tom, as he surveyed the multitude.  “I didn’t think we were going to have such an audience as this!”

“Nor I,” returned Sam.  “We must do our level best, fellows!”

“That’s what!” came from several.  “If we get whipped —­”

“Remember what Baxter did —­ that’s enough to nerve anybody on,” finished Larry Colby.

“By the way, where is Baxter?”

“Sneaked out of the ranks,” answered another player.  “Nobody wanted to march with him.”