“Yea,” said Lorrimer, “I want to beg your pardon for dropping you the way I did. I want to tell you something, too. I never meant to drop you entirely; I did that to teach you a lesson. It was my intention to take you back onto the eleven for the game to-morrow.”
“Well,” said Frank, with a faint smile, “as it has happened, your intentions cannot be carried out.”
“Will you accept my apology?” asked Lorrimer. “I’ll make it public if you like.”
“It is not necessary,” said Frank. “I accept it.”
“I’ve tried to work the men just right so that they would be in condition, without overworking them,” Lorrimer went on. “I have held the coachers in check. I believe the men are all right physically; but they are all wrong mentally.”
“How is that?”
“They lack courage.”
“That’s bad.”
“Bad! It’s going to defeat us!”
Merriwell looked anxious.