[CHAPTER XIX]
FAIRVIEW AND RANDALL
Tom did not reply to Sid’s almost sneering allusion to the unfortunate fact that he was barred from playing. There was little the captain could say, and when Sid went to Bascome’s dinner, together with a number of the more sporty students, Tom and Phil, who were in bed, did not greet their chum on his return.
“What’s the matter with you fellows?” demanded Sid, as he entered the darkened room, and proceeded to get ready to retire. “You’d think I’d committed an unpardonable crime. It was a jolly crowd I was with, and nothing out of the way. Bascome isn’t half bad, when you get to know him.”
“Only a little fresh, that’s all,” remarked Phil, while Tom mumbled a few words that might have been taken for anything.
The game with Michigan the next day demonstrated in how poor a condition was Randall, for the contest nearly went by the board, and Tom only pulled it out of the fire by excellent pitching, though he was not in the best of form.
“Well, we won, anyhow,” remarked Phil that night.
“Yes, but nothing to boast of. I’m worried about the Fairview game Saturday,” said the captain.
“Do we play on their grounds?”