The football practice went on, the regular eleven winning by a larger score than ever. The scrub players were correspondingly crestfallen.
"Good work, Captain Jack!" complimented the coach. "The game was well played throughout. Same to you, Scrubs!" Whereat they, the "goats," as they dubbed themselves, smiled and forgot their bruises.
"Where are you going?" asked Andy of his brother, later that afternoon, as he saw Frank attiring himself with rather more than usual care. "Something on?"
"No, I'm just going to take a run in to Marsden. I've got to see Mr. Bolton about that law business and the bonds for Mrs. Morton."
"Oh ho! Gertrude going to meet you there?"
"Of course not. Come along if you like."
"I believe I will. I'm all up on my studies and the trip will do me good. I got a beaut of a poke in the back to-day, and I'd like to get some liniment for it. Going to be long?"
"No, but it won't matter if we get back after hours. Old Thorny has gone off to deliver a lecture, and there's some sort of a meeting in the doctor's office. We won't get caught."
"What's the meeting about?"
"Oh, something about funds and money, I guess. Poor old doctor is looking pretty blue these days. I'm afraid this place is getting more on the fritz."