They had finished their dressing by this time, and they piled upstairs and across the green to Bradley. Don was sitting at the table with a litter of papers before him, all the gas burning, and the afternoon twilight streaming in through the windows.
“Well, what——” began Wayne.
“Figuring our chances, my boy,” answered Don, rumpling his hair with nervous fingers.
“How are they?” asked Dave eagerly.
“Slim, mighty slim. I can’t see anything but defeat and a second place on the ticket.”
“Let me see.” Dave took up a sheet of foolscap and cast his eyes over it.
“Read it out,” said Wayne.
“Well, let’s see; here we are: Hillton, 4 firsts, 5 seconds, 1 third, total 36 points; St. Eustace, 6 firsts, 5 seconds, 1 third, total 46 points; others, 2 firsts, 2 seconds, 9 thirds, total 26 points. You seem to be fond of 6’s, Don.”
“What counts what?” asked Wayne.