A thundering cheer attested to the importance of that document to the boys.
“Oh, Worry, but I'm glad!” cried Ken. “Then your son Harry will be in college next year—will be on the team?”
“Say, he'll have to go some to make next year's varsity, with only two or three vacancies to fill. Now, fellows, I want to know things. Sit down now and listen.”
They all took seats, leaving the coach standing at the table.
“Homans, is there any hope of your comin' back to college next year?”
“None, I'm sorry to say,” replied the captain. “Father intends to put me in charge of his business.”
“Reddy, how about a post-graduate course for you? You need that P.G.”
“Worry, come to think of it, I really believe my college education would not be complete without that P.G.,” replied Reddy, with the old cool speech, and a merry twinkle in his eye.
At this the boys howled like Indians, and Worry himself did a little war-dance.
“Raymond, you'll come back?” went on the coach.