“It’ll be a pity if he doesn’t get playing in the Templeton match,” said Riddell.
Would the fish bite? If the diary had spoken true, these two boys were at present very full of Wyndham’s affair, and a trifle indignant with the captain himself for his supposed intention of reporting that youth’s transgression at headquarters. If that were so, Riddell considered it possible that, after their honest fashion, they might take upon themselves to give him a piece of their mind, which was exactly what he wanted.
“The fact is,” said Telson, “Parson and I both think he’s down in the mouth.”
“Indeed?” asked the captain, busily buttering a fresh slice of toast.
“Yes. Haven’t you seen it?” asked Parson.
“He’s in a funk about something or other,” said Telson.
It was getting near now!
“What about, do you know?” asked the captain.
“Why, you know,” said Telson. “About being expelled, you know.”
“Expelled! What for?” asked Riddell; and the boy’s reply gave him a satisfaction quite out of proportion to its merits.