"It isn't a question of winning out now," he responded, "but of taking our part in the tournament. Go on, Rowland, and when you've spoken to the committee, call for Rattleton, and have him come here in a hurry."
Rowland went away, and then Frank stepped over and lifted Browning into a chair.
"One of you fellows," he said, "find somebody to get a physician. There must be a hundred of them in the audience."
There were several other students not connected with the team about the door at this time, and two or three of them started away at once.
"Now, then, Hill," said Frank, quietly, "let's see what we can do about this rascal that has tried to disable us."
Hill nodded and stepped into the room.
"The rest of you fellows," said Frank, "stay at the door and don't let anybody out."
"Look out for the greased spot," said Bruce, warningly.
Hill and Frank went into the middle of the room, where there was a double line of lockers extending nearly its whole length. There were two windows at the end, one of which was down slightly at the top, the other was closed.
They looked up at it, and then at each other.