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"How are the fellows going down?" said Foster.
"Chartered a special train."
"What's the fare?"
"About six dollars for the round trip."
"Come back the same day?"
"Can if you want to, the train is coming back that night after the game.
But a good many will stay over till Monday."
"When do you have to know?"
"You ought to give in your names by to-morrow night. Peter John is going
along. I think he'll be a good mascot, don't you?" laughed Hawley.
"I'm sorry Peter John is going," said Foster thoughtfully.
"Sorry!" exclaimed Hawley aghast. "Why, man alive, he'll have the time
of his life."
"That's what I'm afraid of, and besides he ought not to spend the
money."
"I don't know anything about that," said Hawley quickly. "But he may
make enough on the game to pay all his expenses."
"Has he staked money on the game?" said Will.
"You'll have to ask him," retorted Hawley somewhat sharply. "We can
count on you two fellows then, can we?"
"That's what you can!" replied Will heartily.
"I'll think about it and let you know in the morning," said Foster. And
Hawley at once departed from the room.
"What do you suppose it means that Peter John is going?" was Foster's
first question after their visitor had departed.
"I don't know, but I don't like the look of it," responded Will.
"Neither do I. Can we do anything to stop it?"
"No, I'm afraid not. Peter John is getting beyond us."
Foster shook his head thoughtfully but made no response, and the work
was resumed. For an hour each boy labored at his desk, and then Foster
was the first to break in upon the silence.
"Will," he said, "I think I'll go with you on that trip with the team."
"I don't think I'll go," said Will quietly.
"Not go? Why not?" demanded Foster in astonishment.
"I've been thinking it over and I've made up my mind that it won't do
for me to break in on the regular program I've mapped out for myself.
You see Saturday is the day when I always have a double dose with my
tutor, and it won't do for me to spoil it," and Will Phelps made a wry
face as he spoke.
"But, Will," protested Foster, "you can make up the work before then and
not lose a bit."
"Yes, I've thought of that, but I don't think I'll do it. It's a bitter
dose I know, but I might as well swallow it first as last."
"Do you mean it?"
"Don't I act as if I did?"
"All right. I'll not say another word. Maybe it'll be a way out for
Peter John. I'd like to fix it for the fellow if I can."
"I don't just see--" began Will; but he stopped when he perceived that
his room-mate had risen from his seat and was about to depart from the
room.
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