"I thought you considered yourself quite as good a guard as me, Walton," answered Don.
"I do, old man. But I don't think I'm able to take the places of all the other fellows who would be missing from the team."
Don turned, with his hand on the door-knob, and stared startledly. "What do you mean by that?" he asked.
"I thought that would fetch you," chuckled Harry. "I mean that you're not the only one who would quit the dear old school, Gilbert. You haven't forgotten, I suppose, that there were three other fellows mixed up in the business?"
"No, but faculty would have to know more than I'd tell them before they'd find out who the others were."
"Oh, you wouldn't have to tell them, old man."
"Meaning you would? You don't know, Walton."
"Don't I, though? You bet I do! I know every last one of them!"
"You told me——"
"Oh, I let you think I didn't, Gilbert. No use telling everything you know."