“It isn’t any of our affair,” spoke Holly softly, “that is unless Sid wants our help, of course. I guess we shouldn’t have looked at this. It’s like reading another chap’s letters.”
“We couldn’t help it,” decided Phil. “Go ahead, Holly. Tell us about the trophy. Sid may be back soon.”
“All right, here goes,” and wiggling into a more comfortable position on the sofa, an operation fraught with much anxiety on the part of Phil and Tom, Holly launched into a description of the loving cup. But, unconsciously perhaps, he still held in his hand that scrap of paper—the paper with that one word on—“trouble.”
[CHAPTER II]
SID IS CAUGHT
“It’s this way,” began Holly, as he crossed one leg over, and clasped his hands under his recumbent head. “Randall has been looking up in athletics lately. Since we did so well last season on the diamond, and won the championship at football, some of the old grads and men who have such ‘oodles’ of money that they don’t know what to do with it, have a kindlier feeling for the old college. It’s that which brought about the presentation of the loving cup trophy, or, rather the offer of it to the winner of the baseball championship of the Tonoka Lake League. The cup will be worth winning, so the doctor says.”
“How’d he come to tell you?” asked Phil.
“I happened to go to his study to consult him about some of my studies——” began Holly.