Dave, of course, was asked to fill one of these, and Captain Wadleigh was invited to take the fifth seat.
More dejected than ever were Bert Dodge and his chum, Bayliss, as they slouched away from the grounds.

They did not attempt to invade the gridiron and join in the triumphal procession to quarters.
"You can't seem to down that fellow Prescott," muttered Bayliss, in disgust.

"Just as you think you've got him by the throat you find out that he's sitting on your chest and pulling your hair." "Oh, I don't know," growled Dodge sulkily.

"He may have his weak spot, and it may be a very weak spot at that." The pair moped along until they reached the garage in which they had left the runabout.
Bayliss was standing near the doorway, while Bert inspected the machinery of the car.
"Pest! Look out there," muttered Bayliss, stepping back from the open doorway.
"What is it ?" demanded Bert.

"Oh, I see! Old Schimmelpodt brought the beggar Prescott over here in an auto.