"You don't think he will let you off in time for the game Saturday?" asked Chub.
"No, I'm pretty sure he won't. He's dead certain it was me that Mercer saw."
Chub jumped to his feet.
"Where are you going?" asked Roy suspiciously.
"To see Emmy," was the answer. "I'll tell him that you didn't wear your red sweater and that you couldn't have been on old Mercer's place because you were with me."
"Don't be a fool!" said Roy. "What's the good of getting into trouble yourself? He'll ask what you were doing and you'll have to 'fess up; and then the nine won't have any captain on Saturday."
"I don't care," answered Chub stubbornly. "I got you into the hole and the least I can do is to get you out."
"But you wouldn't get me out! You'd just throw yourself in with me. Look here, now, Chub; Emmy isn't going to take any stock in your story. He'll just think that we concocted it between us this morning. Besides, you left me for almost an hour and you can't swear that I didn't go over to Mercer's while you were gone. It's only a quarter of a mile from where you left me."
"But you were asleep!"
"So you say."