“What is it?” demanded Tom.
“It’s good news! This is a telegram from the protest committee of the A. A. U. It says: ‘Your case, and others like it, ruled on some time ago. Settled you were strictly amateurs. Letter follows. You are eligible in all amateur contests.’ What do you think of that?” cried Frank, capering about. “I knew I was right.”
“And so did we!” cried Phil.
The letter settled any last doubts. It came a few days later, and stated that soon after the charity games, in which Frank, and others, took part, that the question of professionalism, on account of the money prizes, had come up, and had been settled in favor of the amateurs. No hint, even, of professionalism tainted them, it was said.
A copy of the ruling was at once sent to Exter and the other colleges in the Tonoka League, and Wallace replied at once, expressing his regret at having raised the point, and congratulating Frank.
“But it’s all for the best,” declared Frank.
“Yes,” agreed Tom, “for now there’s nothing against the honor of Randall, since Shambler has left.”
“And now there won’t be any question of your playing baseball, football or rowing on the boat crew—if we have one,” said Phil.
“Are we going to have a boat crew?” inquired Tom.
“There’s talk of it,” was the answer.