"So far, about half the college have agreed to go. We'd like to get
another hundred to go along. It will make a big difference to the team.
Last year there were six thousand people on the grounds, and it rained
hard too, all the time. This year, if we have a good day, there'll be
ten thousand on hand anyway."
"How are the fellows going down?" said Foster.
"Chartered a special train."
"What's the fare?"
"About six dollars for the round trip."
"Come back the same day?"
"Can if you want to, the train is coming back that night after the game.
But a good many will stay over till Monday."
"When do you have to know?"
"You ought to give in your names by to-morrow night. Peter John is going
along. I think he'll be a good mascot, don't you?" laughed Hawley.
"I'm sorry Peter John is going," said Foster thoughtfully.
"Sorry!" exclaimed Hawley aghast. "Why, man alive, he'll have the time
of his life."
"That's what I'm afraid of, and besides he ought not to spend the
money."
"I don't know anything about that," said Hawley quickly. "But he may
make enough on the game to pay all his expenses.
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