“Going to win the championship?”
“I hope so,” said Ray. “We stand a good chance.”
“Well, the boys ought to win, if for no other reason than to show their gratitude for your devotion to their interest,” said Mr. Wendell. “When does your season open?”
“To-morrow,” I answered. “We play Dean College the first game.”
“I suppose you will make short work of them?”
“We don’t anticipate much trouble in that direction,” I said. “Dean College has always stood last on the list, and we count confidently on a victory over her. We would stand a small show for the championship if we could not beat the Dean men.”
“Well, I wish you luck,” said Mr. Wendell, as we reached the depot, “and I am very glad that this other matter has been settled satisfactorily.”
In a few moments the train came in.
“Good by,” said Mr. Wendell, shaking hands all round. “Be good boys now, and keep out of mischief. Give my kindest regards to Professor Fuller, Ray, when next you see him—and don’t forget Miss Nettie,” he added, as the train moved off.