"And he, perhaps, suggested that it would be a nice idea for you to back out and let him in, eh?"
Don was silent.
"Did he?" insisted the coach.
"He said that his folks were coming——"
"And that he'd like to get into the game so they wouldn't be disappointed?"
"Something like that," murmured Don.
"And you consented?"
"Not exactly, but I thought it over and—and——"
Mr. Robey suddenly leaned forward and laid a hand on Don's knee.
"Gilbert," he asked quietly, "what has Walton got on you?"