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Page 49
"And just think of it," continued Will gloomily, "you're about the only
one of the fellows I ever see nowadays. I don't believe I've seen Hawley
in three weeks, that is to have a word with him."
"Who has?"
"I don't know. All the fellows, I suppose."
"Not much! Hawley is working like a Trojan on the football team. You
know that as well as I do."
"I suppose that's so. Still I'd like to see the fellow once in a while."
"He's a good man all right and I've a notion that he's saved Peter John
from more than one scrape because he roomed with him."
"I haven't seen Peter John either for more than a week."
"We ought to look him up and keep an eye on him."
"'Keep an eye on him'? You want to keep both eyes and your hands and
your feet too, for the matter of that. He certainly is the freshest
specimen I ever saw, and the worst of it all is that he doesn't seem to
know that he lacks anything. He's just as confident when he marches up
to Wagner and gives him some points in running the track team as he is
when he's telling you and me how to work up our Greek. And the fellow
has flunked in Greek every time he's been called up for the past ten
days."
"Yes, I know it. That's why I said we ought to look out for him."
"He's got to learn how to look out for himself."
"He needs a tutor, though, Will--"
"Same as I do in my Greek? That's not nice of you, Foster. It's bad
enough to have to work up the stuff without having it rubbed in. And
yet," said Will quietly, "I suppose I am in the same box with Peter
John. He doesn't know some things and I don't know others."
"No one has everything," said Foster quickly.
"Startling fact! But we fellows who live in glass houses mustn't throw
stones I 'fawncy,' as my learned instructor would put it. There I am
again, finding fault even with Splinter when I ought to be boning on
this Greek to make up for my own lacks. Here I go!" And Will resolutely
turned to the books which were lying open on his desk.
The silence that reigned in the room was broken in a few minutes when
Hawley opened the door and entered. His coming was greeted
enthusiastically, and when he had accepted the invitation to be seated,
he said quickly, "I can't stay, fellows."
"You never can nowadays, Hawley. Since you've been on the team you've
shaken all your old friends."
"You'd shake too, if you had the captain over you that we have."
"Is he hard?"
"Hard? He beats every coach we've got. He goes into the game as if there
wasn't anything else to think of."
"It counts though," responded Will emphatically. "We haven't lost but
two games so far this season, and they were with ---- and ----. Of
course we couldn't expect to win those."
"Oh, we've done fairly well. But the hardest rub is coming next
Saturday. That's when we're going down to the city to have our game with
Alden. There'll be a big crowd out, and the Alden alumni are mighty
strong around town there too, and they'll be out in bunches. We've got
to keep up our end, and that's why I've come over to see you fellows. I
want you both to go next Saturday."
"Sure!" shouted Will, leaping to his feet. "We'll be on hand. You rest
your soul easy about that."
"How many are going, Hawley?" inquired Foster quietly.
"So far, about half the college have agreed to go. We'd like to get
another hundred to go along. It will make a big difference to the team.
Last year there were six thousand people on the grounds, and it rained
hard too, all the time. This year, if we have a good day, there'll be
ten thousand on hand anyway."
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