"I know, Hank, but it's something awful. Why don't you do something?"
"I'm open to suggestions, wise one. What do you advise me to do?"
"I have."
"Well, tell them that you can prove you didn't do it. Show 'em that you were not around there when it happened."
"That's just it. Who knows when it happened?"
"Well, isn't there anything you can do? It's fierce to get the rep you're getting."
"Search me, kid. I don't know anything more that I can do."
As they approached the field, they found most of the players already on hand, in their uniforms. Subs were beginning to line up against the regulars, for the practice, but Frank noticed at a glance that John Derby, of the second team, was in a regular uniform.
"Oho," he thought, "that looks strange. And that uniform looks suspiciously like mine!" His heart sank.