CHAPTER XXVIII
"LINE UP!"
Paul, looked at Dick Hamilton with something a little short of open-mouthed wonder. He could not understand him. He realized the vital necessity of the Hamilton forces getting control of the trolley stock that Mr. Duncaster held. Now, when the opportunity offered, Dick calmly turned it down.
"Do you know what you're saying, Dick?" asked his roommate. "This is the only chance you'll have—perhaps to save your father's fortune."
"I know it."
"And you're not going?"
"What? And desert the team in the face of the biggest game of the year? I guess not. Dad wouldn't want me to."
"Some one can play in your place—perhaps for half the game. You could go out in an auto and back in a short time."
"Of course I might, but I'm not going to," and the young millionaire, who might not be a lad of wealth much longer, calmly looked to see if his canvas jacket needed any last attention. "If I went out there it would take some time to arrange about the transfer of the stock, and I never could get back in season to play the game. Besides I want to start off with the boys from the first kick against Blue Hill."
"I don't blame you—but—it's a big price to pay."