“Maybe, but it will come back. I suppose I’ll have to be on the lookout now, or he may do me a dirty turn.”
“Shouldn’t wonder. I had my troubles with him last term. But I thought he was going to do better this season.”
“He can’t seem to, evidently.”
“Say,” exclaimed Sid, poking his head from beneath the sheet, “I wish you fellows would let a chap sleep. What are you chinning about?”
They told him, and, wide awake, he sat up and listened to the whole story.
“I wish I’d seen it,” he said. “It would have been as good as a football game. By the way, who does the team play this week, Phil?”
“Oh, we’ve got a little game with the Haddonfield Prep. School. Doesn’t amount to much. Some of the subs will play, I fancy.”
“I hope Holly doesn’t make the mistake of despising an enemy,” went on Sid. “Do you know, Phil, it seems to me that our fellows haven’t struck their gait yet.”
“Well, it’s early in the season,” said Tom.
“I know that,” went on Sid, “but they ought to have more vim. There’s a curious lack of ginger noticed. You didn’t play with your usual snap, Phil.”