Ken saw that it was no use to argue with Raymond while he was so sick and discouraged, so he wisely left off talking and did his best to make him comfortable. Raymond dropped asleep after a little, and when he awakened just before lunch-time he appeared better.
“I won't be able to practise to-day,” he said; “but I'll go down to lunch.”
As he was dressing the boys began to come in from college and ran whistling up the stairs.
Graves bustled into the room with rather anxious haste.
“How're you feeling?” he asked.
“Pretty rocky. Graves—I told Ward about it,” said Raymond.
Upon his hurried entrance Graves had not observed Ken.
“What did you want to do that for?” he demanded, arrogantly.
Raymond looked at him, but made no reply.
“Ward, I suppose you'll squeal,” said Graves, sneeringly. “That'll about be your speed.”