“Has anyone done anything, or does anyone know anything, that might make one of our contestants ineligible?” asked Phil.
“Not me,” replied Tom, and the others said the same.
“Let’s go and ask Dan or Holly more about it,” suggested Sid. “We’ve heard part, and we might as well hear all.”
This plan seemed to meet with general approval. But when Tom and Phil went to find the two managers and trainers, they were told that they had left the college.
“I’ll wager they’ve gone to see Wallace,” said Tom, as he rejoined his chums. “We’ll have to wait until they get back.”
But when Holly and his chum did return, late that night, they would not talk, though importuned to do so by many, for the story of the possible protesting of some of Randall’s lads had spread.
“There’ll be a meeting of our committee and Exter’s in the gymnasium to-morrow morning,” was all the information that Holly would give out. There were grim looks on the faces of himself and Dan, looks that boded no good for Randall.
“But if they protest against some of our fellows, and they have to withdraw, will there be time enough to rearrange our list?” asked Tom.
“We’ll have to make it do,” declared Dan. “We’ll have a few days to make good in if—well, if some of our best men have to drop out.”
“But who are they?” demanded Sid. “Why can’t we know?”