“Tell him I want to read a letter he received?” repeated the coach in puzzled tones. “But why should I, Grant?”
“Why, because when you do read it, and Renneker has explained it, you—he—why, sir, he can play this afternoon!”
“Oh!” said Mr. Cade thoughtfully. After an instant he said: “Look here, Grant, you must know a whole lot about this business of Renneker’s.”
Leonard nodded. “Yes, sir, I know all about it. I—I knew about it before you did.”
The coach gazed at him curiously, opened his lips as if to speak, closed them again and glanced questioningly at Mr. Fadden.
“Better see Renneker and get it cleared up,” said the second team coach oracularly. “Where there’s so much smoke there must be some fire. Let’s get at it.”
“All right.” He turned to Leonard again. “I suppose you realize that if Renneker plays right guard to-day you don’t, Grant. At least, not long, probably.”
“Yes, sir, but Renneker’s a lot better than I am, and if he can play it doesn’t matter about me, does it?”
“H’m, no, I suppose it doesn’t. Well, I’m much obliged to you, my boy. Whether anything comes of this or doesn’t, I quite understand that you’ve tried to help us. Do you know where Renneker is just now?”