“Good f’r you!” he spluttered. “That’s the stuff! We’ll hold Bancroft’s nose right to the grindstone; we’ll put the wood to ’em this year. But I’m mighty sorry, on your ’count, boy; it’ll be tough if you’re really chucked off your college team.”
“Well, we won’t worry about that,” laughed Locke, rising and returning the hearty handshake. “We’ll have to take things as they come. It’ll give me additional satisfaction now to down Bancroft. I have a personal feeling about it.”
CHAPTER XXIV
A MATTER OF VERACITY
Near eleven o’clock that forenoon, Henry Cope saw Benton King passing his store. Immediately he hurried out, calling to the young man.
“Hey, Bent!” he cried. “Want to see ye a minute. Come back here, will ye?”
King came back.
“What’s the matter, Mr. Cope? You seem somewhat disturbed.”
“Come inter my office, won’t ye? I want to ask you a few questions. ’Twon’t take long.”
King glanced at his watch. He was wearing a woolen shirt and his ordinary mill clothes, but even in such common toggery he was a rather handsome young fellow.