“Oh,” Bob answered, “that’s Carter, pitcher on last year’s Yale freshman team. You told me to play any one I liked, you know; otherwise, of course——”
“Oh!” said the other.
On the way back to camp Dan alone seemed not entirely happy.
“Oh, yes,” he said in response to inquiries, “the game was all right enough. But did you notice that Wickasaw was over there cheering for the Inn?”
“I didn’t notice who they cheered for,” answered Bob. “What of it?”
“What of it? Lots! Call that sportsmanlike? Huh! You wait, that’s all, my friends. We’ll get even with Wickasaw!”
[CHAPTER XIV]
BEGINS A MIDNIGHT ADVENTURE WHICH THREATENS TO END IN DISASTER
