“That’s what we will!” came eagerly from the deposed quarter-back. “I counted on playing football this term, and he’s to blame if I can’t.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” came from Langridge. “I never knew Clinton to lie. Maybe what he says is true.”
“I don’t believe it. I think he informed on me, and I always will. Do you think there’s a chance for me to get back?”
“No. Lighton is too strict. It’s all up with you.”
“Then I’ll have my revenge on Phil Clinton, that’s all.”
“And I’ll help you,” added Langridge eagerly. “I haven’t any use for him and his crowd. He pushed me down stairs the other day, and I owe him one for that. We’ll work together against him. What do you say?”
“It’s a go!” and they shook hands over the mean bargain.
“Then you’ll fix it up with him?” asked Gerhart after a pause.
“Yes, leave it to me.”
So that is how it was, that, a couple of hours later, Tom and Phil received a call from Langridge. He seemed quite at his ease, in spite of the feeling that existed between himself and the two chums.