“Well, young gentlemen, what is your choice?”
Ray rose.
“Why should we be put to the necessity of a choice, Dr. Drayton? If I am careful, I see no reason why baseball should conflict with my class work.”
“We are no longer to discuss the matter, Mr. Wendell. You know my views well enough, and it would be useless to repeat them. The question is merely which of these will you choose. I am sure good sense will relieve both of you of any hesitation in the matter.”
“But I have promised my fellow students to play ball. The nine has already begun work. It would break up all our plans,” exclaimed Ray.
“I cannot see the importance of your baseball plans,” said the president coldly.
“I feel in honor bound to my college mates. I cannot desert them,” answered Ray desperately.
“Dr. Drayton,” said I, “the season has so far advanced that it would not be fair to the rest for us to back out now.”
“Then what am I to understand is your answer?” asked Dr. Drayton, looking fixedly at us.