“Oh, maybe he just wanted a fling,” suggested Phil. “Now he’s had it he’s ashamed to admit it, and wants to cover it up.”
“But he denies that he was caught,” said Tom.
“I know it; but what good will that do him, if he doesn’t tell where he was that night? He admits that he was in Dartwell, and he must have been somewhere near the place of the raid, or his name would never have gotten in the papers.”
“Unless some one gave his name out of spite.”
“By hookey! That’s so!” admitted Phil. “I never thought of that. But no—no college fellow would be as mean as that.”
“Unless it was Langridge or Gerhart. Gerhart is in parts unknown, and Langridge——”
“I understand none of the Boxer Hall fellows were in it,” went on Phil. “Only some of our boys and a few from Fairview—more fools they! But it sure has put Sid on the blink as far as Miss Harrison goes. Ruth was telling me her family, as well as she, has a horror of gambling in any form. Poor old Sid. I wish we could help him; don’t you?”
“I sure do,” agreed Tom. “We need him on the nine, and we need him in good condition. First thing I know I’ll have to put a sub on in Sid’s place.”
“Oh, I hope not. But, say, I’ve got to do some studying if I’m to play on the team myself. I’m getting to low water mark in Latin and maths. Here goes for some hard boning.”
It was about a week after this, in which time Randall had met, and beaten, Layton Preparatory school, that Phil, Sid and Tom were taking a trolley ride one evening.