"I told you how it would be," he said. "I’m thrown down."
"Thrown down?" said Doris. "What do you mean by that?"
"Wait and you will see. A certain young gentleman here has fixed it all right, and I’m not to play to-day. Frank Merriwell has just notified Cogswell not to use me on the scrub."
"Darrell, Darrell!" called a voice; "come over here. We’re going to play two eight-minute halves, and I want you."
It was Cogswell.
Not a little surprised and taken aback, Hal went over to Cogswell, who said:
"You have played the game before, haven’t you?"
"A little."
"Where?"
"On the high school team at home."