“That’s all right,” answered Harry. “You’re looking for me.”
“The dickens I am!” Perry stared blackly. “Do you mean you had the cheek to send and get me down here?”
“Yes. I’ve got a few words for you, Vose. Will you come outside, please?”
“If I do I’ll give you what for!” declared Perry angrily. But he followed the younger boy through the gate and around to the back of the stand. “Now, what is it?” he demanded shortly.
“I guess,” began Harry, “that you heard I was put on probation and so lost my place on the team.”
Perry nodded, a gleam of understanding in his eyes.
“Well, I worked hard for that place, Vose, and I want to play. And what’s more, I mean to.”
“Fine! Go ahead, kid. I don’t object,” laughed Perry.
“I can’t unless you go with me to Mr. Adams or the Principal and tell the truth.”
“Tell the truth? Say, what the dickens are you talking about? I haven’t got time to stay here and hear your silly troubles. I want to see the game, kid.” And Perry moved away.