“No, indeed,” agreed the head master. “And so young Fairfield made the winning touchdown?”
“Yes. As plucky a lad as we have in the school. He played the game with an injured ankle.”
“Oh, it isn’t alone physical pluck that Fairfield has,” remarked the head of the school thoughtfully, as he remembered what Tom had endured.
Those had been strenuous times for Tom, but other happenings were still in store for him, and what some of them were will be related in another volume, to be called “Tom Fairfield’s Hunting Trip; Or, Lost in the Wilderness,” in which we shall see how Tom’s pluck was put to the supreme test.
“All ready for the grand march!” cried one of the boys, and soon a big line was formed, and the boys began to march around the school buildings. And here we will say good-bye to Tom Fairfield.