"Yes, he may," admitted Mr. Bolton. "But I'll do my best to prevent that. In the meanwhile if anything occurs I'll let you know." And with that the boys had to be content.
It was early when they left the lawyer's office and, as they did not want to return to school, they went into a moving picture show.
"Look over there!" exclaimed Frank to his brother, during one of the vaudeville acts, when the house was lighted. "Isn't that Captain Loring, of the Waterside eleven?"
"That's who it is," assented Andy after a glance at the youth whom Frank indicated. "Why?"
"Oh, nothing."
But when the show was over the elder Racer lad hastened through the crowd and touched a youth on the shoulder.
"May I speak to you a moment, Loring?" he asked.
"Oh, it's you, is it, Racer?" answered the other. They had met at the boat race, and once or twice since.
"Yes. Say, aren't you fellows going to answer our football challenge?"
"Answer it? Why, I thought our manager did answer it. I'm almost sure he did."