“As it was, you lost.”
“Yes; but the game isn’t over yet. There’s still the Boxer Hall contest.”
“You don’t mean to say you’re going to try and give away the signals in that game, do you?” cried Langridge.
“No; but I’m going to keep Clinton out of the game. If I can do that I’ll feel that I’m even with him—the beast!”
“But can you do it? If you do it, it may make our team lose, for Clinton is one of the best players, and it’s hard to substitute a quarter-back.”
“I can do it; and I wish the eleven would lose! That’s what I want to see!”
“You haven’t got much college spirit,” observed Langridge.
“I’ve as much as you. Weren’t you in with me on this scheme?”
“I suppose so.” Langridge didn’t seem to derive much satisfaction from the admission.