“Put him off the team!”
Somebody raised the cry, a dozen caught it up, it swelled louder and louder, it rose to a mad roar for the removal of Porter.
“Put him off! Put him off! Put him off!”
“Are you all right, captain?” asked big Bob Singleton, who had pulled Merriwell to his feet.
“All right,” assured Dick, squirming a little. “Nearly lost a rib, but I’m all right.”
“Porter jumped you with both feet. It was lucky you rolled just as you did.”
“Porter, eh? Where’s Captain Huckley?”
“Here,” was the answer.
“You know what I said about that fellow. He——”
“No use to fuss about him now,” said Huckley. “The umpire disqualified him. He’s out of the game.”