“Isn’t that going it pretty strong? We can easily beat Michigan, even if the fellows do have a little fun to-night.”
“Look how we were fooled on Dodville Prep. I’m going to take no chances. I’ll see Leighton,” which Tom did, with the effect that the coach kindly, but firmly, forbade members of the ’varsity nine from dissipating at Bascome’s dinner.
Sid came in a little later, picked up his invitation, and read it.
“They say Bascome gives very fine spreads,” was his remark.
“You’re not going, are you?” asked Tom in some surprise, for he likened Bascome to Langridge, though the latter was more of a bully, and he did not believe Sid would take up with the rich freshman.
“Why shouldn’t I go?” asked Sid, and there was challenge in his tone. “I might as well have the game as the name,” and he laughed uneasily.
“Why, none of the ’varsity nine are going,” said Tom.
“Oh,” and Sid turned aside, as he put the invitation in his pocket. “Well, I’m not on the ’varsity any longer,” and he laughed, but there was no mirth in it.