“I know how it was. See here, Scott, do you want to see Highland get the best of us and crow over us just because you had a row with Renwood?”
“No, but——”
“I know you don’t!” declared Dick, with a show of satisfaction. “I’ve felt it all along! I was sure that, deep down in your heart, you wanted us to win.”
“It’s only Renwood,” muttered Don, hesitatingly. “If you hadn’t had him——”
“We had to, old man. We didn’t know beans about football, and he did. We couldn’t afford to hire a coach, and he’s coached us for nothing. There we were.”
“But he hasn’t tried to coach you to win. I know it! He’s standing in with Winston, who is working for a rep. I have it straight, Sterndale. The sooner you get rid of Renwood the better off the eleven will be.”
“I can’t think that. I want proof. Prove what you say and I’ll kick him out on the jump.”
“If I bring a man who heard him talking with Winston—who heard enough to learn there is an understanding between them?”
“If I’m satisfied the man isn’t lying, I’ll kick Renwood off the team,” declared Dick.
Don realized on the instant that the captain would not believe Leon Bentley, so it was useless to bring Bentley forward.