“Not very. ‘Jerry’ was awfully decent. Said my record was so good he wouldn’t be hard on me. There’s no use in his owning up, is there, George?”
“No, I don’t think there is,” answered George after a moment’s consideration. “Ted’s taken your punishment and you’ve learned your lesson—I hope.”
“I have,” agreed Hal, emphatically. “But it doesn’t seem fair to—to Ted. He was done out of playing, and a lot of fellows think hardly of him——”
“Shucks,” said Ted, “I don’t mind. You fellows know how it was, and the others will forget by next Fall. And we won. I’m satisfied.”
“We won,” said George, “because of what you did, Ted, and for no other reason. I don’t see any way to give you credit for it without getting Hal into trouble, but there’s one thing I can do, and I’m going to do it.”
“What?” asked Ted uneasily.
“See that you get your W.”
“Bully!” applauded Hal. “Only, do you think you really can? If Ted didn’t play——”
“Who says he didn’t?” demanded George. “He must have. It was his play that won!”