Presently he heard a voice near by. A fellow passing along in front of Matthews was hailing another.
“Aren’t you going over to the game?” he asked.
“Sure. What time is it?”
“Ten of three. Better come along now. I’ll wait for you.”
A moment later the other emerged from the doorway.
“How are you betting?” he asked.
“Even that we win.”
“Think so? Princeton’s got a wonderful young nine, they say.”
“So have we. ‘Rob’ says we’re going to win, and what he says goes, my boy.”