“Well, I don’t agree to have anything to do with your dummy and weight.”
“I have those over home, and I’ll send for father to have them brought here. I’ll come in at noon and see how you’re getting along. By that time I ought to be able to show you just how to fix it so it will work.”
At noon he visited the shop and found the two men had progressed in a most satisfactory way with the work, although they were a trifle foggy in regard to the manner in which the machine was operated. Dolph carefully and fully explained this to them, and gave them some final instructions, departing in high spirits.
But, to his disappointment, when school was over that afternoon, instead of finding the arrangement set up on the football field, as he had hoped it would be, it was not completed, another complication having arisen. So Renwood was not on hand when the boys gathered after supper for such practice as they could obtain without a ball, and Sterndale was obliged to do what he could unaided by the coach. This sort of work was very unsatisfactory, and after a time the boys gave it up and left the field, all of them wondering what had become of Dolph.
The field had not been deserted long when Renwood appeared upon it, accompanied by the men he had employed, and there they labored till nearly dark.
Almost all the members of the eleven were in the club-rooms when Renwood appeared there.
“Come on, fellows!” he cried. “I have something to show you.”
“Where?” demanded several.
“What is it?” asked others.
“You’ll all find out if you follow me,” answered the coach, mysteriously.