Keran grinned.
“Oh, sure,” he returned quickly. “There won’t be anything left of them to carry back to Cambridge.”
Carr laughed heartily; then his face sobered.
“But honestly, haven’t the crimson boys got a crackerjack eleven this year?” he questioned seriously. “The splendid game they put up the other day got me a little worried. I certainly don’t want to see old Yale thrown down.”
“I don’t think you need have any fear of that,” Keran said slowly, “unless——”
He hesitated. Carr’s bright eyes were fixed questioningly on his face.
“Yes?”
“Unless—— Oh, well, you can’t tell what might happen,” Keran finished with an attempt at carelessness. “When Bob Hollister dropped out just before the Princeton game it was the very last thing that any of us expected.”
A gleam of comprehension flickered across Carr’s mobile face and was gone.
“True,” he murmured, “one never can tell what might turn up. But we’ll certainly hope nothing does. If I were betting on the game, I think I should have no hesitation in putting my money on the blue.”