“Hey?” cried the others. “What do you mean by that? It’s what they want him for.”
“I guess not,” grinned Forrest.
“Really?” questioned Sidney Gooch, in his smooth, insinuating way. “Why, that is what I heard.”
“They may want him to be captain of the nine,” said Forrest; “but he can’t have Hardy’s place. He will be substitute captain, and that is all. Besides that, Hardy was manager. I know for a fact that the directors intend to keep Hardy in manager just the same, so Merriwell will be under him.”
“And I know for a fact,” said Pooler, “that Phil Hardy has no intention of remaining manager. He knows better than that. Don’t take that boy for a fool.”
“You think—just what?”
“He wants to get out of it entirely.”
“Because he thinks Yale has no show?”
“Sure.”
“Aw! I think that is wight, don’t yer ’now,” drawled Paulding. “Some verwy fine fellows in Hawvard. I weally think they awe going to win this yeah.”