Dale then gravely spoke to Ken. “So you came here to see me? Sorry you slugged me once? Want to make up for it somehow, because you think you've a chance for the team, and don't want me to be sore on you? That it?”
“Not exactly,” replied Ken. “I'd want to let you get square with me even if you weren't the varsity captain.”
“Well, you've more than squared yourself with me—by coming here. You'll realize that presently. But don't you know what's happened, what the freshmen have done?”
“No; I don't.”
“You haven't been near the university since this afternoon when you pulled off the potato stunt?”
“I should say I haven't.”
This brought a laugh from the Sophs.
“You were pretty wise,” went on Dale. “The Sophs didn't love you then. But they're going to—understand?”
Ken shook his head, too bewildered and mystified to reply.
“Well, now, here's Giraffe Boswick. Look what you did to him!”