There was no answer for a minute. Renneker was studying the ground intently. Coach Cade didn’t like the look on his face. Finally Renneker looked up and laughed shortly.
“I fancy you’re right,” he said. “I’ll hand in my togs.”
“What! But, great Scott, man, you don’t mean to tell me—”
“I’m not telling anything,” answered Renneker evenly. “I’m just not denying.”
“And you came here with this thing hanging over your head and let us waste our time on you, knowing that it was bound to come out! Renneker, I’d like to—to—”
“Wrong, sir. I didn’t know it would come out. I’m sorry. If there’s anything more I can say, I’ll say it, but it doesn’t occur to me at the moment. I’m just—awfully sorry, Mr. Cade.”
He turned and went off, unhurriedly, shoulders back.