“Randall is hard to beat,” spoke Holly grimly. “You’ll find us on the job when the time comes.”
But when the protesting committee had left the boys of Randall looked at each other with troubled eyes.
“What’s to be done?” was the general question.
No one could answer.
“Of course we’ve got to go on and play the game,” declared Holly Cross. “We’ve a few days in which to select some lads to take the places of Shambler and Frank. Oh, why couldn’t it have been someone else? This leaves the mile run and the broad jump open, and we were counting on those two contests especially. Of the others I’m not so much afraid. But who are we going to enter for those contests?”
“We’re going to lose, I think,” said Jerry Jackson mournfully.
“That’s right—lose,” echoed his twin.
“Say, you fellows make me tired!” exploded Kindlings. “We’re not going to lose!”
“That’s the way to talk, but how do you figure it out?” asked Holly. “Who’ll substitute for Shambler and Frank?”
“Sid Henderson will have to make the jump, and Tom Parsons, we’ll depend on you for the mile run!” answered Dan quickly.