For once, Harry Rattleton was not doing much talking, but he was almost in tears. Browning whittled a stick and chewed savagely at a shaving. Diamond was flushed and seething inwardly. No man felt the accident more than Jim Hooker.
“Merriwell has a heart as large as his whole body!” declared Hooker. “Look what he did for me! If I could take his place now——”
“What would be the good?” sneered Hodge. “If you could take his place, the freaks who are running the eleven would not put him back onto the team.”
“I shall stay away from the Harvard game,” said Ben Halliday. “I can’t afford to have my feelings harrowed up by seeing the Cambridge gang walk all over Yale.”
“I have an idea that there will be an unusually small showing of Yale men at the game,” said Parker.
“What does Lorrimer have to say about it?” asked somebody.
“Not a word!” cried Halliday. “What can he say? He knows he is to blame for it all.”
Hock Mason came up.
“Say, fellows,” he called, “heard the latest?”
“No! What is it?”