“Well,” said Haxton, “I’ve thought all along he played a little too well and knew too much to be an amateur.”
“You believe him guilty?”
“I don’t know anything about it—it looks funny.”
“I think we should suspend Mr. Kirkland from playing,” announced Professor Terbush, “and suspend judgment in his case until he is ready to produce his alleged proof.”
“Then I don’t play against Golden?” asked Larry beseechingly.
“We cannot afford to risk the honor of our noble institution,” replied Professor Terbush. “We hope you will be able to prove your innocence, and present the proof you say you can get.”
Larry, almost stunned by the judgment, walked unsteadily out of the stand and down onto the playing field. Katsura, who had been watching from afar, ran to meet him.
“What’s the matter, Larry?” inquired the little brown boy anxiously.
“They’ve thrown me off the team, Katty,” he wailed. “They won’t let me play with Golden.”
“Baldwin?” asked Katsura, stiffening quickly.