“Very well. You may go. I shall not make this matter public, except to issue the order barring you from athletics.”
Without a word Joe left. Inside of an hour it was noised all over the college that he could not pitch against Princeton, and great was the regret, mingled with anxiety.
“What in thunder is up?” asked Captain Hatfield, as he sought out Joe.
“Nothing.”
“Oh, come off! Can’t you tell?”
“No,” answered Joe, and that was all he would say.
Joe did not go to the Yale-Princeton game. Yale won. Won easily, though had Weston, who pitched, not been ably supported the story might have been a different one.
“One scalp for us,” announced Spike.
“Yes,” assented Joe gloomily.