“That’s the way it is. Won’t you come over and see me pretty soon?” inquired Carlton wistfully.
“Where do you room?”
“In Boyd Hall, number seven. It’s the single room at the head of the stairs, in the south entry.”
“I’ll be glad to come,” Dan promised readily. The unspoken appeal in the big blue eyes could not be resisted. “Come over and make a call on me. I’m in nine, Badger Hall—west entry.”
“Do you room alone?”
“No, Walter Borden rooms with me.”
When Dan entered his room he found Walter and Ned both there, and as soon as they saw him Walter exclaimed, “What do you think, Dan? We’ve got a proposition to form a school league.”
“Have you?”
“You’re right we have. I don’t understand why it hasn’t been done long ago. Four schools, St. John’s, the Greystone Military School, the Atlas High School, and the Military Academy at Dundee. Of course, we’ll find some muckers in the high-school nine, but they can play ball. It’ll be a great scheme. Whichever wins the championship of the league has got the State interscholastic championship too, for there isn’t another school in the State that can touch any one of the four. It’s too late to take in football, but we’ll have that next fall. It will bring us right into line for the baseball and track and tennis in the spring. Perhaps we can fix things up in time for hockey and basket-ball this winter——”
“Hold on, Walter,” interrupted Dan. “You go too fast for me. I guess I don’t quite understand.”