"Well, White, how are football affairs getting on?" he asked.
Lanny was so greatly relieved to find that he was not in for a caution regarding his class standing that for an instant he found it hard to focus his thoughts on the question. Finally, however, "Why, pretty well, sir," he answered vaguely.
"Hm!" Mr. Grayson thoughtfully polished the lenses of his glasses with a silk handkerchief which he carried for the purpose. "Mr. Carter talked to me over the 'phone last evening. He seemed to think that there was some dissatisfaction on the part of the school. He said his son had told him the boys were quite excited and were talking of appealing to the Athletic Committee to do something, I don't know just what."
Mr. Carter was one of the graduate members of the Committee and had a son in High School.
"Yes, sir, there is some talk," acknowledged Lanny. "There's to be a meeting to-night. The fellows don't like it that the team has been beaten so often. But I don't see what good it is going to do to stir up a lot of talk and trouble, Mr. Grayson."
"I see. Mr. Carter rather inferred that the boys held the coach to blame. Is that the way it is?"
