“Is it possible?” inquired Professor Terbush, horrified. “Can such things be?”
“They not only can, but be,” replied Lattiser, grinning; “but that is not the worst—I have proof that Mr. Haxton, a member of this board, and athletic director and coach, knew of the plan to protest Kirkland”——
“I was told he was a professional—I believed he had no right”—— Haxton, flushing scarlet, had half arisen—“I still believe he got money for playing.”
The members of the board gasped.
“I have learned also,” said Lattiser, suddenly arousing and shaking his finger at the confused coach, “that you at first threatened to expose the entire thing; but that when told you needn’t pay the $300, you had borrowed, if you kept still—you kept still.”
“It’s a lie!” shouted Haxton. “Baldwin lies if he”——
He stopped, realizing that Baldwin’s name had not been mentioned, and that he had betrayed himself.
“The money had nothing to do with it,” he shouted angrily. “I thought Kirkland had no right on the team”——
“Gentlemen,” said Professor Terbush severely, “gentlemen—let us not indulge in personalities, but continue the business. As chairman of the board, I now call for a vote on the acceptance of Mr. Haxton’s resignation.”
“But I haven’t resigned”—— Haxton turned, amazed and confounded by the sudden change of front by the professor.