On Saturday morning Sands hailed Phil as they were coming out of chapel: “Be out early this afternoon.”
Phil nodded, and went on into the mathematics room. “Another afternoon on the bench,” he thought dismally. “Taylor’s stomach isn’t likely to fail him again.”
As he entered his room an hour later, he found Melvin deep in the semi-weekly Seatonian which had just been delivered.
“See here, Phil,” called his room-mate, with a joyful light dancing in his eyes; “here’s information for you!”
And Phil, looking over Melvin’s shoulder at the passage in the “Notes and Brevities” pointed out by the stout forefinger, read, “Poole will play left-field in the game with the Harvard freshmen this afternoon.”
CHAPTER XX
AN UNEXPECTED BLOW
“Well, Dick, another case of thieving,—or losing. You can’t tell anything about a careless fellow like Hayes.”
“What is it this time,” asked Dick, “money?”
“Yes,” replied Varrell, “a purse out of his clothes in the gymnasium locker. He dressed early for ball practice, and tucked his key under the locker door. When he came back, the money was gone.”