bad," he mused. "I suppose they didn't intend anything but a sort of joke on Mr. Wells. Did he tell you what they were going to get?"
"Get? Oh, they're suspended, he says. He seemed to feel worse about Jim than about himself. Do you know, old son, after all Elk isn't such a bad sort. At least, that's the way it strikes me after hearing his spiel. He says he's not coming back next year. He's going to tutor this summer and try and make college in the fall."
"Yeah," said Laurie abstractedly. "Well, I'm sort of sorry for him. And of course he didn't mean to get us in wrong." He lapsed into silence. Then, abruptly, "Cas Bennett split his finger with a foul tip about half an hour ago," he announced.
"He did?" exclaimed Ned. "Gosh, that's tough luck! Will it keep him out of the game?"
"Yes," replied Laurie.
"That is tough! Say, what are you looking so queer about?"
"Just thinking," answered Laurie. "You try it."
"Huh?"
