“You didn’t do so much, Dan. It was what you were that made me feel like a goat all the time.”
Dan was silent a moment before he said quietly: “It has been the greatest year of my life. I can’t understand, though, why all the fellows have treated me as they have.”
“Can’t you?” laughed Walter. “Well, I can. Say, Dan, that new league is a great success, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Wait till we get the track and the football going, as we shall next year! You’re going in for the eleven, aren’t you?”
“Samson wants me to.”
“So do we all. It will be greater next year than it was this, though I hope never to see another such game as that with the academy nine. You struck out fifteen.”
“There’s Si waiting for us on the platform,” suddenly suggested Dan, as the boys obtained a glimpse of the Rodman station.
“Do you suppose he has heard of that game, Dan?” laughed Walter.
“We’ll soon know,” replied Dan with a smile as he stepped out upon the platform, where the outstretched hand of the harness-maker grasped his first of all.