“Take him away!” said Charles Collier, with a wave of his hand.
Tottering weakly, the rascal who had met retribution at last was led out.
The rejoicing players were stripping for their showers. Locke and Jones appeared among them.
“Boys,” said Lefty, “let me introduce Martin Bowman, whom you have hitherto known as Jones. For reasons of his own, he made a vow never to speak until a certain thing should happen. Happily, events now make it possible for him to talk.”
“For which I am very thankful,” said Martin Bowman quietly.
They stared at him in limitless astonishment. At last Spider Grant said:
“Well, this game to-day was enough to make a deaf-and-dumb man talk!”
Eph, the colored rubber, touched Locke on the arm.
“Yo’ wife and a pahty o’ frien’s am outside, sah,” he said. “Dey said as how dey’d wait fo’ you.”
“Tell them I’ll join them as soon as possible,” directed Lefty.