“So that’s it?” Tubb looked away. Presently he said gruffly: “Well, it was mighty decent of you, Tucker. Guess I wouldn’t have done it in your place. Much obliged, even if—if it wasn’t any good.”
“It wasn’t anything,” said Toby calmly. “I just didn’t see any use in letting Broadwood beat us for want of a good left end, that’s all. You’d have done the same, though you think you mightn’t have.”
“Guess the team would have got by all right without me,” said Tubb. “There’s Meadows, you know. He’s pretty good, if I did beat him out for it. But, say, we’ve got to get to the bottom of this business, Tucker. It won’t do to let Frick get away with it so easy. Have they taken him over to the First in your place?”
“I don’t think they have yet. They will, of course.”
“I suppose so, unless we can put a spoke in his wheel. I’m going to think this thing out, Tucker.”
“Help yourself. But keep away from Frick.”
“We-ell, all right. Bet you I could make him tell the truth, though,” muttered Tubb. “The toad! You wait till we’re through with football, Tucker! I’ll make that guy wish he’d never been born!”
“I may have something to say to him myself pretty soon,” said Toby thoughtfully. “Now that I know I’m not getting you in trouble——”
“Listen! You leave him to me,” said Tubb earnestly. “I don’t want him all messed up when I’m ready for him. I want him whole, Tucker. You give me first show at him and I’ll settle affairs for both of us. Is it a bargain?”