If Jack had known what was to happen the next day, he probably would not have slept so soundly.
CHAPTER V
A SERIOUS ACCUSATION
“Hey, Jack, where were you Saturday?” asked Tom Berwick, as our hero came into the school yard Monday morning. “We had a dandy game,” he went on. “Your catching glove is nifty!”
“Yes, Fred Walton played short,” added Sam Morton. “We waited as long as we could for you. What was the matter?”
“The professor made me stay home because I skipped out the night before to go to the show.”
“Say, he’s a mean old codger,” was Tom’s opinion, which was echoed by several other lads.
“Is Fred going to play shortstop regularly?” asked Jack, of Tom Berwick, who was captain of the Academy nine.
“I don’t know. He wants to, but I’d like to have you play there, Jack. Still, if you can’t come Saturdays——”
“Oh, I’ll come next Saturday all right. Can’t we have a little practice this afternoon?”
“Sure. You can play then, if you want to. Fred has to go away, he said.”