"Shut up!" said the King of the Kennedy, who was in anything but a good humor. "It's the deuce to pay. I've had a first warning."
At this every one looked grave, and Dink, the loyalist, said:
"Oh, King, how could you!"
For another warning meant banishment from the football team and all the devastation that implied.
"That would just about end us," said Dennis. "Might as well save Andover the traveling expenses."
"I know, I know!" said P. Lentz furiously. "I've had it all said to me. Beautifully expressed, too. Question is, what's to be done? It's all the fault of old Baranson. He's been down on me ever since we licked the Woodhull."
"We must think of something," said the Tennessee Shad.
"How about a doctor's certificate?"
"Rats!"
"We might get up a demonstration against Baranson."