“Oh, well, they probably have a good reason. We’ll let it go a week,” assented Tom. “But can we get another game in place of it?”
“Yes, I can fill in with the Layton Preparatory school for this Saturday, and we can go to Wescott University the following Saturday, and then tackle Fairview, if you fellows say so.”
“Sure,” came in a chorus.
When Tom and Phil returned to their room Sid was not there.
“What do you think about it, anyhow, Phil?” asked the pitcher, and there was no need to be more explicit.
“Oh, hang it all, I don’t know. It looks funny; about Sid not wanting to tell. And he sure is cut up over Miss Harrison. I wonder who sent her that newspaper clipping?”
“Give it up. But I heard that there was a raid all right, and a lot of college fellows were caught. Some of ’em were our chaps, but they managed to keep their identity hidden. I don’t see how Sid’s got out.”
“Then you think he was there?”
“No, I didn’t mean that. But it looks mighty funny. I do hope he isn’t going to cut loose, just at the opening of the ball season,” and Tom sighed, as though he had the weight of worlds on his shoulders. And, indeed it is no small task to be captain of a lively college team, struggling to win the championship trophy, and the pitcher was beginning to realize this.