ne, Decker held the ball amid a breathless silence, and Hillton's right end
sent it fair and true between the uprights: Hillton, 6; Opponents, 5.
The game, so far as scoring went, ended there. Four minutes later the whistle
shrilled for the last time, and the horde of frantic Hilltonians flooded the
field and, led by the band, bore their heroes in triumph back to the school.
And, side by side, at the head of the procession, perched on the shoulders of
cheering friends, swayed the two half-backs, Neil Fletcher and Paul Gale.
CHAPTER II
PAUL CHANGES HIS MIND
Two boys were sitting in the first-floor corner study in Haewood's. Those who
know the town of Hillton, New York, will remember Haewood's as the large residence
at the corner of Center and Village Streets, from the big bow-window of which
the occupant of the cushioned seat may look to the four points of the compass
or watch for occasional signs of life about the court-house diagonally across.
To-night--the b
