“I don’t know. I expected to find him here.”
“I haven’t seen him since dinner,” said Alf.
“Pull a chair up there, Gerald, and get those shoes dry. Beastly weather, isn’t it?”
“Ye-es, but I’m rather glad to see the rain, aren’t you? It will take the snow off. I guess the track will be clean by to-morrow, won’t it, Tom?”
Tom shot an amused glance at Alf. “I guess so, but it will take some time to get it dried out and rolled down.”
“Will it? Do you know when Captain Maury is going to call the candidates, Tom?”
“Yes, I saw him this morning, and he told me he was going to get them together Monday,” answered Tom, patiently.
“Going to try the mile, Gerald?” inquired Alf, innocently.
“I want to. Do you think I’d stand any show of getting on the team, Alf?”