Sid took the bit of pasteboard which the man held out to him. He looked at it and then uttered an exclamation.
“It’s a trick!” he cried, “a soph trick! Listen to this, fellows. This is Fenmore’s card, and he’s written on it this message: ‘This is only part of what we sophs owe you freshies for the pavilion game. There is more coming. Hope you have a nice picnic in the woods.’ That fellow on the platform was Fenmore,” went on Sid. “No wonder he kept his hat down.”
“And here we are—part of the team—out here in the wilderness, five miles from the game, which starts in half an hour!” cried Langridge in disgust. “Say, those sophs got back at us all right. We’re in a nice pickle!”
[CHAPTER XVI]
TOM MAKES A DISCOVERY
There was consternation among the freshmen and their supporters. With a divided team, part of it being so far away from the grounds that it was practically impossible to arrive on time, and on a wrong road at that, the situation was enough to discourage any nine.
“What made you let that fellow tell you where to go?” demanded Sid of the motorman.
“Well, he said he was your manager, and I believed him.”