"Anyone sick—-any accident at home?" asked the young left end.
"Team aboard, first day coach behind the smoker!" roared Captain
Wadleigh, and the fellows made a rush.
"The truth is," confessed Hemingway, "I've a war——-"
Dick saw light in an instant.
"Oh, that wretched Dodge? He has——-"
"Sworn out a warrant for your arrest," nodded Hemingway.
Laura and Belle did not hear or see this. They were hurrying rearward along the train.
Few of the football fellows saw the trouble, for they were busy boarding the car named by Captain Wadleigh.
Dave Darrin was the only one to pay urgent heed.
"See here, Hemingway," began Dave, "Dick will come back—-you know that. He's desperately needed today. Won't it do just as well——-"