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I'll try my best, sir." Mr. Boutelle's frowns diminished. "Well, that's all you can do, Thayer. I'm sorry to lose you, and that's a fact. And I hope you'll make good." Then he scowled again. "It means learning a new set of signals, confound them!" He went off, still grumbling, leaving Clint, attired principally in a towel, a prey to very varied emotions. Mr. Detweiler Instructs
He may try to get back at me some other way, though. I'm not worrying. When did you get here, sir?" "This morning, on the eight-something. Went to a house in the village that George Robey wrote me about and found a room, and then started out for a stroll and broke in on your innocent amusement. So far I've found the old place quite interesting!" And Mr. Detweiler chuckled.
"You could be excused for not recalling the name of the President, for not knowing whether Thomas Edison or J.P. Morgan built the first steamboat or whether Admiral Dewey was a hero or a condition of the weather, but, Gilbert, not to know Detweiler proves you hopeless. I'm sorry to say it, but your mind is evidently of no account whatever.
But I had been on it for four months and, wouldn't you know it, there wasn't a decent murder, or sewer explosion, or running gun fight between six P.M. and six A.M. any night I was on duty in those whole four months. What made it worse, the kid they gave me as photographer Sol Detweiler, his name was couldn't drive worth a damn, so I was stuck with chauffeuring us around.
How the dickens does he suppose I'm going to make a team if he keeps pulling a man out every little while?" "That what he's been doing!" asked Detweiler sympathetically, his hands in his pockets and his gaze fixed speculatively on the squad that was dashing past. "That's Thayer on this end, isn't it?" "Yes, it is," agreed "Boots" reluctantly. "Suppose you'd like him, wouldn't you?"
"I know when you mean, sir. But I don't understand about being pledged " "I'll tell you." Mr. Detweiler looked hurriedly at his watch. "I happened to hear from Mr. Daley yesterday that your friend Durkin had got in trouble. You knew that?" "Yes, sir." "Well, it seemed that Mr. Fernald thought Durkin had either picked the quarrel or well, we'll say welcomed it.
Detweiler ranged himself alongside, slid an arm over Clint's shoulder and said: "Thayer, we're going to play you on Saturday. Saunders isn't in shape, I'm sorry to say, and won't be able to do more than take your place for awhile if necessary. You've done well. I want to give you credit for that.
Tyler was the logical choice, and Tyler went in, but the remaining aspirant, Crewe, was scarcely 'varsity material, and in case of injury to Trow or Tyler the outlook would be bad. Joe Detweiler pointed this fact out to Mr. Robey on the following Monday, after watching Crewe's efforts. "We can't count on Saunders coming back before the Cherry Valley game, if he does then," said Mr. Detweiler.
"Joe Detweiler was all-America tackle on the Princeton team last year," responded Captain Innes, "and the year before that, too. He was captain here five years ago." "Oh, that Detweiler!" said Gilbert. "I didn't know!" "Your ignorance pains me sorely, Gilbert," said Amy.
Are you playing?" "No, but Thayer is. He's on the second, that is. I hope you don't think we do this sort of thing regularly, Mr. Detweiler." "No, I suspected that it was something rather extra," replied the other drily. "Think that he will What's his name, by the way?" "Harmon Dreer." "Think he will make trouble for you, Byrd?" Amy shrugged. "Not with faculty, I guess. He wouldn't dare.
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