“But it’s risky,” expostulated Langridge. “If it’s found out, and it’s sure to be, you’ll have to leave college.”
“I don’t care. I’d be willing to, if I could have my revenge on him for keeping me off the team. I don’t like it here, anyhow. The other game I put up on him didn’t work, but this one will.”
“And when will you try it?”
“At the last and deciding game. The way I figure it is that the final tussle will come between Randall and Boxer Hall. I’ll be ready with it then. It will certainly knock him out.”
“But it may lose us the game and the championship.”
“What do I care! I’ll be square with Clinton, and that’s what I want. I got the idea when I saw how frightened he was when Wallops had that telegram. Don’t you think it will work?”
“Sure it will work. It’s a great idea, but—but——” and Langridge hesitated. “It’s a brutal trick, just the same.”
“Oh, you’re too chicken-hearted. Come on and I’ll buy you a drink. That will put some life in you.”
“All right,” said Langridge weakly, and he went.