"If he hasn't he soon will. I'm sorry for him. He's a brilliant player, but careless. He may come back before the season is over."
"He isn't much of an addition to the team—too snobby for me," spoke Paul in a low voice.
Porter suddenly seemed to become aware of Dick's presence, for Weston called his attention to it. Glancing up quickly, a black look passed over the features of the rich youth. Then striding ahead of his companion, he confronted our hero.
"Well, you've heard the news I suppose?" he snarled.
"About the announcements being made?" inquired Dick gently.
"No—about me being off the team."
"Yes, I'm sorry, but perhaps——"
"Oh, yes; you're sorry!" snapped Porter. "But I notice that your name is down all right."
"Yes," and Dick controlled himself by an effort, for the tone was insulting.
"We all know why you're on the Varsity. It isn't because of your star playing."