“You seem glad that Yale lost,” said the pitcher.
“Never! But I’m glad you showed ’em what you could do when you had the chance. If you’d gone in first Yale would have won!”
“Oh, you think so—do you?” sneered a voice behind them. They turned quickly, to see Ford Weston, scowling with rage.
“Yes, I do,” declared Spike boldly.
“Then you’ve got another think coming!” was the retort. “I’m the ’varsity pitcher, and I’m going to hold on to the job!”
[CHAPTER XXII]
THE CRIMSON SPOT
“What do you think of him, anyhow?” asked Spike of his room-mate, as Weston passed on. “Isn’t he the limit!”