“I’ll keep that hand behind me,” laughed Hugh. “Anyway, it was a—a—it was some scrap, wasn’t it?”
CHAPTER X
HANRIHAN PROMISES
“The beauty of being on probation,” observed Nick, “is that a fellow is able to give his entire time to the improvement of his mind. I recall that during my junior year being on pro was very helpful to me. It allowed me to do a lot of studying that I wouldn’t have been able to accomplish otherwise, and so, without doubt, preserved me to Grafton posterity. If it hadn’t been for that thoughtful act on the part of faculty you might not have me with you this evening, fellows.”
“Faculty has a heap to answer for,” said Guy sadly.
“I don’t mind—much,” said Hugh. “It knocks me out of football, though, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, and the worst of it is,” said Pop Driver, “that you’ll have to go to gym and do your four hours per week.”
“I don’t think I shall mind that, really. I fancy it’s dumb bells and clubs and that sort of thing, eh?”
“Yes, and bar bells and free arm movements, which are tiresome things, and chest weights. Creak—creak—creak—creak! I hate the thought of the things.” And Nick disgustedly shook his head.