“N-no, I guess not. I don’t believe he would prove much of an addition to your visiting list.”
“Your move, Gerald,” said Tom.
When the players were absorbed again, Alf said:
“It doesn’t look so easy now, does it?”
Dan shook his head. “No, it looks rather bad.”
“I think maybe Tom had better work his end,” suggested Alf. “Know what I mean?”
“Oxford?” asked Dan.
“Yes, we wouldn’t want him to miss them both, eh? I’ll speak to him about it to-night. Maybe he means to anyway, he’s taken quite a shine to—someone.”
“All right,” said Dan. “I’m sorry, though. I don’t suppose there is anything I could do with—” He tapped the slip of paper.
“No, he’d probably resent it, as you don’t know him. Besides, we don’t know that he will object. It may go through all right. But if I were you I’d speak to—you know who, and tell him how it stands. Perhaps he will have a chance to smooth things over with Thompson.”