Gerald sat on the lowest step in front of Oxford. It was Friday morning and a chilly, depressing gray fog was driving in from the Sound. Somewhere in the distance a whistle buoy was moaning and at intervals a steamer, creeping along off shore, bellowed hoarsely. It was twenty minutes before first recitation hour and Gerald had the entrance to himself. A copy of the morning’s Greenburg _News_ was held in front of him, getting damper and limper every minute, and Gerald was perusing the football column. The _News_ chronicled each day the progress of the Yardley and Broadwood teams, and as the game between the rival schools approached the _News_ devoted more and more space to them. To-day the football specialist of the paper came out flat-footed with the prediction that Broadwood would win the contest. The _News_ had of late years shown a strong partiality to Yardley and this prediction troubled Gerald the more for that reason.