“I’m afraid not,” answered Jim. “Mr. Gordon wired that I’d have to take an exam before I could play.”
“You didn’t take it?”
“No, sir. There wasn’t any way to take it that I knew of.”
Johnny looked at Sargent questioningly. “You wouldn’t risk it, would you?” he asked in a low voice. Sargent shook his head.
“I’d be afraid to. J. G.’s a tartar about that sort of thing. Better try Needham.”
“All right.” Johnny nodded to Jim. “Sorry. Thought maybe you could manage somehow to help us out. Better not go against faculty, though.”
“I’m willing to risk it if you need me,” replied Jim quietly.
“I won’t have it,” said Sargent decisively. “You’d get fired as sure as fate, Hazard. Much obliged, just the same.”
“Time’s up!” called Johnny.