“He doesn’t know it, but if it keeps on I’m going to tell him, and have him stiffen up the men. Ed Kerr’s got to help, too. Bert Bascome is responsible for some of it. He’s got lots of money, and he spends it. Then, with his auto, he’s playing old bob with some of the fellows, taking them on joy rides, and keeping them out until, first they know, Zane will have them down on his list.”
“Oh, it’s not as bad as that, I guess.”
“It isn’t, eh? You just watch, that’s all,” and Tom kept moodily on to his room. On the table were three envelopes, one each for the captain, Sid and Phil.
“What’s up?” asked Phil. “I wonder if Ruth is going to have a blow-out again, or if Madge——”
He opened his missive and began to read it, Tom already having perused his.
“There, what did I tell you?” asked the captain. “Bascome is giving a dinner to-night, and he wants the whole ’varsity nine, and the subs, to attend. The little puppy! He gives himself as many airs as if he was a senior. Why doesn’t he dine the freshman nine, if he has to blow in his money?”
“Are you going?” asked Phil.
“Going? Of course not, and none of the nine will, if they have to ask me. It will break them all up for the game to-morrow. I won’t stand for it.”
“What will you do?”
“Tell Leighton, and have him officially forbid it.”