And a moment later, when, wrapped only in a big bath-towel, he was hurrying to the shower-room, “Baldy” Simson clapped him on the back with a big hand.
“That’s the lad now,” he cried heartily, adding then his invariable caution: “Easy with the hot water, and don’t go to sleep!”
At dinner-table Jack thought the other fellows looked at him with something like respect. And all, he reflected, because he had caught a ball he couldn’t help catching!
[CHAPTER XIII]
JOE IS PESSIMISTIC
“Have you seen the editorial in the Purple?” asked King.
Joe Perkins, who had pushed his book away as the other entered his study, swung around in his chair and shook his head.
“About the mass-meeting?” he asked. “No, I haven’t seen the paper yet. What does it say?”
Gregory King leaned over the table until the inky-smelling sheets of the college weekly were under the green glass shade of the student-lamp.