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 Anyway, we'll pull through somehow. Hang it, we'll beat that bunch without any coach at all if we have to!"

"Spoken like a hero!" commented Jimmy Ames. "Just the same, if I had anything up on the Wolcott game I'd begin to hedge just about now, old dear. Say, Dave's fit to be tied, fellows. He was talking about canceling the game, and all that stuff a few minutes ago up in 'Swede's' room."

"Cancel the game!" growled Whitemill. "I'll say not! That would be a swell thing to do! Gosh, I'd rather get licked to smithereens than not play at all! Besides, why, thunder, Jimmy, you can't crawl out of a game just because you've lost your coach! What's the matter with Dave, anyway?"

"Oh, he was just getting rid of some of his peeve, I suppose," said Jimmy. "Just talking to relieve his mind. I don't blame him, though, for being a mite upset. Gosh, he's captain, and if this thing's as bad as they say it is—"

"There's the gong," broke in Tom. "A grand lot of studying we'll do to-night! Say, where's 'Pinky'? Any one seen him? Why doesn't some one ask him what the real facts are?"

"You do it," suggested Whitemill. "He's probably in just the right temper to answer fool questions."

"Fool questions be blowed!" called Tom after the halfback's retreating form. "How come we fellows haven't some right to know what's going on, you big cheese?"