“What!” yelled Arthurs.
“Peg came to my room after lunch and went to sleep. I woke him just now. He'll be down in a minute.”
Worry evidently could not reply at the moment, but he began to beam.
“What would Gallagher say to that?” asked Captain Homans, with a smile. “Wayne's varsity pitcher asleep before a Herne game! Oh no, I guess that's not pretty good! Worry, could you ask any more?”
“Cap, I'll never open my face to him again,” blurted out the coach.
Ken appeared at the head of the stairs and had started down, when the door-bell rang. Worry opened the door to admit Murray, the trainer; Dale, the old varsity captain, and the magnificently built Stevens, guard and captain of the football team.
“Hello! Worry,” called out Murray, cheerily. “How're the kids? Boys, you look good to me. Trim and fit, and all cool and quiet-like. Reddy, be careful of your ankles and legs to-day. After the meet next week you can cut loose and run bases like a blue streak.”
Dale stepped forward, earnest and somewhat concerned, but with a winning frankness.
“Worry, will you let Stevens and me sit on the bench with the boys to-day?”
Worry's face took on the color of a thunder-cloud. “I'm not the captain,” he replied. “Ask Homans.”