“What’s up?” he panted. “Aren’t we going to practice?”
“Yes,” replied the coach; “but first we’ve got to arrange for a new set of signals.”
“New signals?” cried half a dozen.
“Yes. I have just learned, in an anonymous communication, that an offer was made to a rival college to sell our signals. The offer, I am glad to say, was indignantly refused; but if some one is in possession of our system, we must get a new one. Now, if you will come in here I will change the signals, and we will then go to practice.”
Tom and Phil instinctively looked at each other. The memory of the scene between Gerhart and Stoddard, and Langridge’s later presence with the freshman, came to them both at once.
[CHAPTER XXIII]
BATTERING BOXER HALL
There was a little buzz of talk, following the announcement of the coach. Each player looked at his neighbor, as if to learn whether or not he was the guilty one. But Mr. Lighton at once called a halt to this.