“I’ve been wondering,” continued Phin, “how Fairview learned about him. Don’t you think some one here gave them a tip?”
“Yes,” was the reply. “And I think I know who.”
“Who was it?” asked Phin eagerly.
“Well, if you won’t let it get any farther, I’ll tell you. It was the principal.”
“Dr. Lambert?” cried Phin. “Are you sure?”
“Quite. He told me. It was Dana’s doing. He went to see the doctor about your absence from recitations, you know, and the doctor got him talking about the football situation. I fancy Dana must have opened the doctor’s eyes somehow. At any rate, he’s been taking a new attitude ever since. Before this year he’s never seemed to care anything about it. Now he’s studying up on it. He was at the game this afternoon. He looked rather bewildered when I saw him, but he stuck it out.”
“Well—” Phin began. Then he stopped and listened. From behind the closed portals came the sound of clapping hands. He looked questioningly at Mr. Ames. The latter nodded and together they walked toward the door. Then from within came a great cheer:
“Beechcroft! Beechcroft! Beechcroft! Rah, rah, rah! Rah, rah, rah! Rah, rah, rah! Dana! Dana! Dana!”