The practice game over, the men pulled on their coats and started for the two trolley cars which were waiting at the entrance to the park. Halliday got a seat beside Frank on one of the cars.
"You're right in it, old man!" said Ben, enthusiastically. "Why, you worked as if you were in training!"
Frank smiled.
"I suppose I forgot the possibility of making myself lame. Til feel it to-morrow."
"Never mind. You showed everybody that you are as good as ever. Marline will get walking papers."
Merriwell's face suddenly became sober.
"I don't know as that will be using him square, Hally," he said, in a low tone of voice. "I presume he has been told he should play half-back on the eleven."
"Told nothing!" snorted Ben. "Forrest don't tell us fellows we can play anywhere, and there's not a man but knows he's likely to be dropped any time. He told Marline to come and practice, and I'll go my last dollar that is all."
"Still Marline has every reason to suppose he'll be given a show in some sort of a game."
"Huah! If he supposes too much, he'll get left."