“I hope we win,” muttered Dan.
“So do I, but I don’t expect it. If they can work forward passes on us they’ll have us running. We haven’t learned how to spoil those things yet, Vinton.”
“If they’re well done they’re pretty hard to spoil,” said Dan thoughtfully. “I know the forward pass opens up the play a good deal and all that sort of thing, but I don’t care an awful lot for it, Loring.”
“Well, it’s a good idea in a way, but there’s a beastly lot of luck about it. It gives a weaker team a mighty good chance to score on a stronger one, I think. And that doesn’t seem right, does it? Say, what time is it getting to be? I’m hungry!”
“It’s almost six,” said Dan, looking at his watch. “I’ve stayed an awful long time, and maybe you wanted to do something.”
“Don’t you believe it! I’m glad you did stay. I wanted to talk. The fact is, Vinton, I’ve got the jumps to-day. The first thing I know Andy will have me laid off for going fine. Let’s go over and eat.”
Loring attended personally to the posting of Dan’s letter of acceptance and then they entered Commons together, and those Oxford fellows who saw realized that Dan Vinton had escaped them.
“You come around again and see me,” said Loring as they parted at the door. “And I want to take you up to the Society room and introduce you when you get your membership. Don’t forget.”
Dan thanked him and made his way to the second training table and to the “Society of the Goats.”