“Who did you see? Collins? What did he say?” asked Dan anxiously.
“Oh, he said a lot,” replied Gerald disgustedly. “Lectured me for half an hour, I guess.”
“Well? It’s all right, eh? He didn’t punish you?”
“Didn’t he?” asked Gerald bitterly. “He says I’ve got to stay in bounds for two weeks, and I can’t play on the hockey team.” Dan gave a sigh of relief.
“Well, that’s good. I was afraid he’d suspend you. But Collins is a pretty good sort. You got off easy, all right.”
“Easy! I’m glad you think so. I suppose it doesn’t make much difference to you, though,” said Gerald bitterly. “You’ll have your fun just the same, you and Loring and Dyer! No one cares how badly I get—get stung!”
“That’s nonsense,” said Dan. “Of course I’m sorry he put you on probation but it might have been lots worse, Gerald. I was afraid he’d send you home for a couple of weeks, and that would have been the dickens!”
“I wish he had sent me home!”
“Don’t be silly,” begged Dan. “Two weeks on probation isn’t much. It’ll be gone before you know it. And there’ll be plenty of hockey left for you.”