"You're a regular pessimist tonight, Coach," Jud laughed. "Cheer up! By the way, Dobbins told me this evening that Foster's expecting to get off pro. Kearns wasn't half bad today, but it would certainly make me feel easier in what I call my mind to have Foster ready to take his place."
"Yes. See if you can get him out Monday. There isn't a whole lot of time left. Still, he's learned the position fairly well and might give a good account of himself as he is. With another ten days of training he ought to make a good second for Kearns."
The rain continued during Sunday and Myron was restless and inclined to be as much of a pessimist as the head coach. He was difficult to live with, too, and Joe dragged him over to Mill Street after dinner in the hope that Andrew would be good for his soul. Andrew did, in truth, perk him up not a little, predicting that he would get his release from Doctor Lane the next day.
"I dare say he's forgotten all about me," said Myron dismally. "Suppose Addicks doesn't tell him I've made good?"
"Well, it's up to Addicks, and that's a fact," responded Andrew. "If nothing happens by noon, I'd advise you to go to him and tell him the facts. Tell him you want to get back on the team and can't until he speaks a good word for you to Jud. Addicks is a good sport and will do it. I think he will, anyhow, though. You see if you don't hear from Jud in the morning."
So Myron decided to hope for the best and forgot his worries watching the amusing antics of the puppies, by now sturdy little rascals who made their mother's life a burden and a boredom.
Andrew's prediction came true, for the next morning Myron was again summoned to the Office and conducted into the presence of Doctor Lane.
"Mr. Addicks tells me that you're doing very much better, Foster," announced the Doctor. "In fact, he recommends that we lift the restrictions in your case. Do you think that you will be able to stay in good standing now?"
"Yes, sir. I'm going to try hard, anyway," said Myron earnestly.
Doctor Lane smiled. "In that case I believe that you will succeed, my boy. It's wonderful what really trying will accomplish. Very well, Foster. You have permission to go back and grind your face in the sod again. Like football do you?"