“Well, I suppose you fellows are going to do your share next week,” remarked Dan Woodhouse. He had entered the room of the inseparables shortly after Holly had gone to answer the telephone summons.
“Oh, sure,” answered Tom.
“Well, we’ll need every point we can pile up,” went on the manager. “Where’s Holly, by the way? I thought I’d find him here, and there are a lot of things I want to talk over with him. Where is he?”
They were just telling Kindlings where Holly had gone when the lad in question came back. There was rather a queer look on his face.
“Oh, Dan, you’re here,” greeted Holly. “Come on out, I want to talk to you.”
“And you don’t want us to hear; is that it?” asked Sid with a laugh. “I like your nerve.”
“Come on, Dan,” went on Holly, without replying to the chaff, and there was something in his manner that impressed every lad in the room. Kindlings must have noticed something, too, for he got up quickly, and joined his chum. As he closed the door after him, Tom and the others heard Dan ask:
“What is it? What’s up? Anything wrong?”
“I don’t know,” answered Holly. “I’m afraid so. Wallace just had me on the wire. You know, Wallace from Exter, their manager. He asked me a queer question. Wanted to know if our list of competitors that I mailed him for the games next week, was to be revised.”
“Revised?”