Thus the dispute went on, until those who were opposed to disturbing the Princeton players had their way, and the crowd moved out of hearing.
“Thank our lucky stars!” murmured Dunk. “Let’s get our chocolate and get back to our room.”
“I’m with you,” said Andy.
“Oh, by the way, isn’t there one of your friends on the Princeton team?” asked Dunk, as he and Andy were sipping their chocolate in a drugstore, on a quiet street.
“Yes, Ben Snow. He’s with the crowd at the Taft.”
“Did you see him?”
“For a little while this evening.”
“I reckon he thinks his nine is going to win.”
“Naturally,” laughed Andy. “The same as we do. But don’t let’s talk about it until to-morrow. I’ve gotten over some of my fit of nerves, and I want to lose it for good.”
“Same here. That little run-in did us good.”