“You bet,” he answered. “I’m going to see it. I wouldn’t miss it for anything. I hope Dan will do something fine.”
“Fine? How do you mean?” asked Tubby, turning to view the other curiously.
“I mean play a great game! Make a touchdown or something!”
“Oh!” Tubby was silent a moment. Then he smiled maliciously. “Dan isn’t going to play,” he said.
“He isn’t! Why—what—”
“Haven’t you heard?” asked Tubby easily. “He’s on probation. They say—in fact he’s owned up to it—that he painted the front of Dudley the other night.”
“Painted it?”
“Yes, painted ‘Now for Broadwood!’ all along the front in blue letters. Faculty was awfully peeved and put Alf Loring and the fellow he rooms with on probation. They found the paint pot under a bed in their room. Then Dan confessed to it and so they let Loring off and put him on.”
“And he can’t play?” cried Gerald incredulously.