Somehow those words seemed to bring Chester to his senses in a measure. “Brace up, old man!” he muttered huskily. “Why, I wouldn’t have Merriwell see you like this for a fortune!” “Brace up, old man!” he muttered huskily. “Why, I wouldn’t have Merriwell see you like this for a fortune!” He passed out through the gate with others and started away. Then he bethought himself and turned back to where a carriage, containing a driver, waited. He got into the carriage. He passed out through the gate with others and started away. Then he bethought himself and turned back to where a carriage, containing a driver, waited. He got into the carriage. “Go on,” he growled. “Go on,” he growled. “But the young lady, sir,” said the driver; “your sister.” “But the young lady, sir,” said the driver; “your sister.” “Oh, yes!” mumbled Chester. “I had forgotten her. We’ll wait for her. Darrell is a thundering fool!” “Oh, yes!” mumbled Chester. “I had forgotten her. We’ll wait for her. Darrell is a thundering fool!” “I beg your pardon, sir?” said the driver. “I beg your pardon, sir?” said the driver. “Nothing that concerns you,” growled Arlington, and he sat like a graven image, waiting for June. “Nothing that concerns you,” growled Arlington, and he sat like a graven image, waiting for June. CHAPTER II—DICK STOPS A RUNAWAY CHAPTER II—DICK STOPS A RUNAWAY The sweat-stained, bruised, battered, triumphant Fardale lads peeled off their football armor in the dressing-room beneath the stand. Earl Gardner was there, barely able to walk, but supremely happy. Dick was happy, too. Scudder, partly recovered from a collapse, was shaking hands with everybody. The sweat-stained, bruised, battered,
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