“I know it. I’m going to leave college, if you’ll only keep still about this. Will you?” pleaded the cringing lad.
“Yes; for the sake of the college, not for you,” spoke Sid, and that is how only the three chums knew the real story of the dastardly meanness of the two cronies. They thought they were well rid of their enemies, but they were mistaken. Those of you who care to read further of the happenings at Randall College may do so in the next book, to be called “Batting to Win.” In that volume we shall meet all our friends again, and learn what Sid did during the greatest baseball game of the next season, and when the collegiate championship hung in the balance.
“Well, it’s all over but the shouting,” said Phil to his chums, as they sat in their room that night. From without came the joyous cries of those who were celebrating the football victory.
“All but putting a bronze tablet in the gym, to commemorate the pluck you showed,” added Tom.
“Aw, forget it!” spoke Phil, as he got into a more comfortable position on the creaking sofa. “Anybody would have done the same to see his team win.”
“Maybe,” said Sid softly as he got up from the easy chair to look at his favorite football picture.
Then came a silence in the room, and the fussy little alarm clock had matters all to itself. It ticked away at a great rate.
Tom, who had been standing near the window, crossed to the opposite wall, and stood before the picture of a laughing girl. Phil saw him, smiled, and then, he, too, slowly arose from the decrepit sofa and went closer to a photograph of another girl. Thus the three stood, and the clock ticked on with quick, impatient strokes, and not a word was spoken.
THE END