"Yeah, I said 'Shut up!' You was doing a lot of fancy talking to that guy, seemed to me. 'Course, he might be a friend of yours and all, but you was telling him things about the football team that you hadn't ought to, see? That's why I jammed on the 'mergency. There wasn't no dog at all!"
"Oh," murmured Myron, "I see. Maybe you're right. Anyway, I'm much obliged. Of course, Millard is perfectly square, but he might talk."
"Yeah, he might," agreed Eddie. "Or he might let some one else do the talking. Here you are, sir! Sohmer Hall, home of the rude rich! Thank you, sir." Eddie winked knowingly. "I'm not talking any. Don't you worry about me, sir. So long!"
Myron made his way up the steps of the dormitory, under the envious regard of three third class youths, and climbed the stairs somewhat thoughtfully. Certainly, Maurice Millard was all right, but he was awfully glad that Eddie had imagined that dog. Millard had repeated what the Kenwood chap had told him about the Kenwood team, information plainly not intended for publicity, which showed that he was not exactly close-mouthed. On the whole, decided Myron, he had come horribly near to making an utter fool of himself. He decided to say nothing about it to Joe. Joe must already have a good enough opinion of his common sense!
The preliminary season came to an end the next day with the St. Luke's Academy game. Football affairs had become fairly hectic now and the school marched to the field behind a strident brass band, cheering and singing. Mass-meetings had been held twice weekly ever since the Warne High School contest, and songs had been practised and cheers rehearsed, and today Parkinson was in fine voice and filled with enthusiasm. St. Luke's was not a formidable opponent, and for that reason had been chosen to fill in the last date before the Kenwood game. A wise coach selects the semi-final adversary with care and deliberation, and a wrong selection may work much harm to his charges. St. Luke's was warranted by past experience to give Parkinson a good battle without requiring any extraordinary exertions on the latter's part. Usually the score was one or two touchdowns to none, although not so long ago the generally docile St. Luke's had kicked over the traces in the annual event and thrown a healthy scare into Parkinson. On that historic occasion the final score had been 17 to 10 in the home team's favour.