No one paid any attention to Willis, for his opinion was not regarded as important.
“If Hardy gets out, Merriwell will be manager,” said Walter Gordan, who was green with envy, although he was trying to hide it.
“Not on your life!” laughed Forrest. “The directors will attempt to manage the team themselves, and I pity the poor devil of a captain. He’ll get it in the neck on all sides.”
This caused a general laugh, for these fellows rejoiced to think of the trouble Frank Merriwell would get into.
“Weally,” said Willis, again attempting to call some attention to himself, “I am wuther glad Hawvard has a show this yeah. I do not think it propah faw Yale to win all the time, deah boys.”
“Oh, rats!” cried Gordon. “Harvard hasn’t a show. It will be Princeton this year.”
The others nodded.
“Finch will make monkeys of our poor fellows,” said Pooler, with an attempt at dolefulness.
“What’s the matter with you?” exclaimed Forrest. “You want to see Yale defeated?”
“Oh, really I protest!” cried Pooler.