“Here’s how,” remarked Carr, raising his glass.
The stout man nodded and took a long swallow.
“Fair stuff,” he remarked, setting the glass down on the table.
Then he looked keenly at his companion, his fat lips pursed up a little.
“Well?” he questioned significantly.
Carr took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth deliberately.
“I think it’s going to work,” he returned in a somewhat lower tone. “Tempest and Kenny pretty near came to blows this afternoon. In fact, Kenny was so mad that, for a while, he proposed leaving the team altogether. That scared me when I first heard about it, but luckily Dick Merriwell talked him into staying.”
“Humph!” grunted Edgerton. “I should think that would have been the best thing possible. There’d be no question then about the result of the game.”
“No, of course not,” Carr said quickly; “but in that case the odds would be in Harvard’s favor instead of being five to six against her as they are now.”
Edgerton nodded comprehendingly.