“Through? Through what?”
“Through here. I’m on pro. Standart squealed.”
Leon stopped. “He did? Why, the—the— But probation isn’t anything, is it? What do you mean by saying you’re through?”
“Probation queers me for football,” answered Monty. “I made up my mind that if they put me on pro. I’d clear out. What I did wasn’t anything, anyway, and it isn’t fair to sock it to me like this.”
“Don’t be a silly fool!” implored Leon. “Why should you leave school just on that account? It’s a shame about football, but—but there’s next year——”
“Maybe, but I won’t be here,” responded Monty quietly. “I’m going to settle things with Standart and pull my freight.”
“But that’s crazy!” Leon expostulated. “Don’t be an ass! Listen here, Monty. You’ve had a good time with football and you’ve made the team. That’s a whole lot, isn’t it? After all, you might not have got much out of playing on Saturday, anyway. You might have got a kick in the head or something right after the game started——”
“Sure,” laughed Monty mirthlessly, “and School Hall might fall on me. No, Leon, I’m through. That’s settled.”
“Well—well, what about me?” blurted Leon. “Where do I come in? Think I want to stay on here alone, you—you——”