“No joking. I mean we ought to follow him, and see where he goes so mysteriously. Maybe we could help him.”
“Oh, we couldn’t do that, but I’d do anything else to help Sid.”
“No, of course it wouldn’t be fair to play the spy; but, just the same, I wish I knew what was worrying him.”
A moment later the two players were caught up in a rush of enthusiastic students that involved the whole nine except Sid, and were carried off to an impromptu celebration. Bonfires were blazing, and hastily-organized banquets were in order.
“Why, you’d think we’d won the championship to see the way they take on,” remarked Holly Cross.
“Well, we’re in line for it, after the way we beat Wescott,” said Tom. “It’s the best nine Randall has had in many a year, if I do say it myself,” and Tom looked proudly on his team.
“My uncle says——” began a voice.
“Smother him!”
“Into the lake with him!”
“Make him eat soft soap!”