“More than you know—more than you know,” was Sid’s answer, as he went out of the room.
[CHAPTER XXVIII]
A FRESHMAN PLOT
Tom stood staring at the door which closed after Sid—staring as if he could not believe what he had heard. He was roused from his reverie by Phil’s voice.
“I’m afraid you’ve only made matters worse, Tom.”
“Made ’em worse? They can’t be any worse,” was the testy reply. “Hang it all! We’re about as bad off now as we well can be. I wanted to get Sid back on the team, and—and——”
“There’s something we can’t get at,” declared Phil. “It is something pretty strong, or Sid would never keep quiet and see the college lose.”
“Not unless he’s altogether different from what he was last term,” agreed Tom, with a puzzled air. “He once said he hoped he would be able to tell us what his secret was—soon—I only wish the time would come—soon—we need Sid’s stick work on the team. I wonder if it has anything to do with a girl—Miss Harrison?”