I'm going to put the honor of the school first, and myself somewhere along about fourteenth." "That's the only talk," approved Dave promptly.

"Gridley must have the winning football eleven." "Well, the whole thing is a shame," blazed Reade indignantly.
"Oh, well, don't worry," drawled Dan Dalzell.

"Keep cool, and the whole thing will be fixed." "Fixed ?" insisted Reade.

"How?
How will it be fixed ?" "I don't know," Dan confessed, stifling a yawn behind his hand.
"Just leave the worry alone.

Let Dick fix it." "How can you fix it ?" asked Reade, turning upon their leader.
"I don't know---yet," hesitated Prescott.