“Gone to the telegraph office,” answered Ray. “He has about a dozen messages to send to Belmont. He will be back shortly.”
Ray had hardly ceased speaking when Tony entered. A round of cheers greeted him.
“Any news from Belmont?” we cried.
“Well, scarcely,” he answered, with a laugh as he seated himself. “I’ve just sent my telegrams. But I have news from the game over at Dean to-day.”
“I suppose, of course the Park men beat Dean all to pieces,” said Ray. “What was the score?”
“Twelve to four in favor of Park,” answered Tony. “That is somewhat different from our score with the Dean men.”
“Yes,” I answered, “but it is not so different from what our score ought to have been, and would have been had we played them to-day. We were badly handicapped.”
“And so were the Park men, it seems—at least for part of the game,” said Tony.
“Why, what do you mean?” asked Ray, looking quickly at Tony.