Frank paled somewhat, but a firm look settled about his mouth, and he was unmoved.
"Surely, I have a mind of my own, and I have a right to do as I please in this matter," he said, his voice cold and steady. "I am my own master."
"Yes," confessed Ben, desperately, "but you must listen to reason. I haven't an idea why you have whiffled around again, but I do know it will ruin your reputation. Word has gone out that you will play full-back in the Harvard game. Forrest has the same as stated that he should put you in at the start, with Marline as substitute. Now think—think what it will mean if you again withdraw! Cæsar's ghost! Merry, you will be a dead duck in athletics and sports. You will be regarded with contempt."
"Can't help it."
Holiday's desperation increased.
"Think of Marline."
"I have."
"They'll say he cowed you—say you backed down because you feared him."
"It will not be true."
"But it will go, all the same."