Dr. Churchill looked surprised.
“I want the guilty one punished,” went on Professor Tines. “Who kicked that ball at me?”
“Yes, young gentlemen, who did it?” repeated the proctor, for he thought it was time for him to take a hand. “I demand to know!”
“It wasn’t any one in particular, sir,” answered Coach Lighton, determined to defend his lads. “It was done on a new play we were trying, and it would be hard to say——”
“I think perhaps I had better investigate,” said Dr. Churchill. “Young gentlemen, kindly report at my study in half an hour.”
“If you please, sir,” spoke Phil Clinton, “Professor Tines asked us to call and see him.”
“Ah, I did not know that. Then I waive my right——”
“No, I waive mine,” interrupted the Latin teacher, and he smoothed out some of the pages in the Greek book.
“Perhaps we had better have them all up to my office,” proposed the proctor. “It is larger.”
“A good idea,” said the president of Randall. “Gentlemen, you may report to the proctor in half an hour. I like to see the students indulge in sports, but when it comes to such rough play that the life of one of my teachers is endangered, it is time to call a halt.”