But they laughed and cheered so he could not hear the sound of his own voice.
Some fellows found Frank and carried him around and around the fire. They tried to induce him to get on the box in Danny's place, and say something, but he was too shrewd to try that, even if he had wished to do so.
Sport Harris, holding aloof, his heart sour with disappointment and disgust, saw a fellow swinging himself along on crutches, but refraining from taking any part in the celebration.
"It's Marline," thought Sport. "He must be somewhat sore himself."
Then he approached and spoke to the unlucky student, who had lost the opportunity to play full-back when he sprained his ankle.
"Hello, Marline!" called Harris. "Why aren't you whooping her up with the others?"
Marline looked at him in doubt, and then remembered that Harris and Merriwell had never been good friends.
"Why should I celebrate?" he asked, sourly.
"Yale won."
"Yes, and I sat where I could see the fellow who filled my place secure the opportunities to win, which must have been mine had I played."