"What would Coach be doing out this time of night?"
There were the sounds of footsteps approaching.
"Make a break for it!" advised Milt, hoa.r.s.ely.
"I can"t," moaned Speed. "I--I"m caught--cold!"
"Well!" addressed Coach Brock, as he got within real hailing distance.
"Is this the time for you to be turning in? Who are these chaps with you?... Oh, yes--I see. Doran and Gleeson. Where have you been?"
"It"s all our fault, Coach," Phil spoke up. "Milt and I took Speed over to see the Rockne picture at Ashby and ... and our car broke down on the way back."
"I"ve heard that story before," was Coach Brock"s unfeeling reply.
"What did I tell you, Speed, about being in by ten o"clock?"
"But, sir ... I ... er ... it was unavoidable," stammered Medford"s star half-back. "I fully intended ..."
"Sorry, Speed!" cut short the Coach, severely. "Orders are orders.
I"d like to make an exception but this wouldn"t be fair to the other members of the squad. From now on you"re under suspension and this act removes you from the game on Sat.u.r.day!"
"No, Coach, no!" pleaded Speed. "You can"t keep me out ... not for this! It"s the first time I ever broke regulations and it wasn"t intentional...!"
"Then why were you trying to sneak in the house?" demanded Coach Brock.
"You didn"t intend to report this infraction to me did you?"
"Well, er ... don"t suppose I did," Speed was forced to confess. "I was afraid maybe you wouldn"t understand."
"Hmm! It"s a good thing I worked late at the office tonight," was the Coach"s comment. "As it is, I understand only too perfectly. You"ll turn in your suit tomorrow!"
Medford campus was thrown in a turmoil the next day, which was Tuesday, with the news of Speed Bartlett"s suspension. The report was first treated as a rumor but when a crestfallen Speed himself would not deny it and when he did not appear on the field for practice, the awful truth finally dawned.
"It"s good-bye game now!" mourned Medford fans. "Did you hear what Coach kicked Speed off the team for? Being out late! Can you fathom that? And Speed had a good reason, too ... he was in a car that broke down."
A wave of indignation swept the college that the star player should be ruled out of the big game of the year on a technicality, but Coach Brock, in issuing a brief statement, stood by his guns, declaring that discipline was necessary and the owners of the car, on further cross-examination, could not prove that anything was or had been wrong with the car. It was natural that such an excuse would be offered when the fellows were caught flat-footed. But none of the three, under questioning, would tell where they had been after leaving the theatre at Ashby.
The affect of Speed"s removal on his fellow team members was to eliminate any possible tendencies toward over-confidence. In its stead a grim determination was born. Medford would have to make up for the loss of its star by a greater fighting spirit.
Speed himself, as disappointed as he was, suddenly discovered that his appet.i.te had returned. Stomach muscles which had contracted under the nervous antic.i.p.ation of the coming conflict, now relaxed and set up a cry for food to work upon. And, while Speed no longer reported to the training table, it was observed by a spying Phil and Milt that he ate abundantly but wisely.
"Coach sure knows his psychology," Milt said to Phil as they were crossing the campus the day before the game. "All that was the matter with Speed was a bad case of nerves...."
At the moment of this remark, the fellow in question was hurrying in an attempt to overtake his two friends, and had just gotten within earshot. Discovering that he was being talked about, Speed lagged curiously behind.
"Speed"s got sand all right," he overheard Phil say. "But he worries too much before hand. You can imagine how bad it must have been for the training table with Speed sitting there like a guy with a load of lead in his stomach. The whole eleven"s better off. It"s a blow to have Speed suspended but Medford"ll take the field tomorrow with a world of fight.
"And when Coach sends Speed into the game--maybe Medford spirit won"t rise sky high!" chuckled Milt. "Boy, I guess maybe we didn"t play our parts to perfection! We ought to get letters for this!"
Medford"s star halfback stopped in his tracks and let his two friends continue on their way, not realizing that he was anywhere near them.
He was burning with humiliation and resentment. So--this had all been a put-up job! Coach Brock had enlisted the services of his two chums to frame him ... to save his nerve for the big battle!
"I"ll go to the Coach and tell him what I think of him!" was Speed"s first reaction.
But more sober thought decided Speed against this step. There was truth in what Phil and Milt had said about him. He had been painfully conscious of his feelings toward the coming game. Even now, since he knew that Coach Brock intended reinstating him at the last moment, all the old nervous symptoms had returned, worse than ever. There was that heavy feeling in his stomach, the quickening of his pulse, the strained sensation in his head....
"I guess I wasn"t such a good influence around the fellows in this condition," Speed reflected glumly. "But Coach put me off the team and I"m going to stay off the team. I"ll fix him--I"ll leave town tonight so he _can"t_ get hold of me!"
Sat.u.r.day morning found the campus of Medford alive with old grads and loud-mouthed Hamilton rooters who told everyone who would listen, in no uncertain terms, what their eleven was going to do to the home team.
"Too bad your star is out of the game!" Hamilton lamented. "You"ll be using that for an alibi--but we"d have beaten you either way!"
At noon, Coach Brock sent word by second team member, Kinky Doyle, that Speed Bartlett was to report to him at once. The Varsity had just left training table, having had an early lunch. In two hours they would be dressing for the game.
"Hey, Coach!" cried an excited Kinky fifteen minutes later. "I"ve just come from Speed"s room. He"s not there ... but I found this note--addressed to you!"
Coach Brock took the note, wonderingly, opened it, and read:
To Coach Brock, Medford College, Medford.
Dear Sir:
Since I have been removed from the team, I couldn"t bear to stay and see the game, so I have left town.
Yours, Speed.
"Great jumping Jehoshaphat!" swore Coach Brock, crumpling the paper.
"The boy"s gone crazy! Get hold of Doran and Gleeson at once!"
"Yes, sir!" blinked a wondering Kinky Doyle, hurrying off.
With Phil and Milt delivered to him, post haste, Coach Brock took them privately aside and showed them the note. Phil gasped and Milt whistled.
"Where would Speed have gone?" demanded the coach.
"I haven"t the slightest idea," replied Milt. "Have you, Phil?"
"There"s four different directions," Phil answered. "And one"s as good as another!"
"Well, you"ve got to find him!" the Coach ordered. "You got him in this mess!"
"_Us?_" mumbled Phil and Milt, all but overcome.
"Don"t argue!" snapped the Coach. "Get out and hunt him up! If Speed Bartlett doesn"t play today, the game"s as good as lost!"
"End of first half!" cried the radio announcer. "And what a game this has been!... But Hamilton"s great team is proving too much for Medford today. They"re out in front, two touchdowns, thirteen to nothing, which just about indicates the difference in playing strength.
Medford"s offensive hasn"t been able to get going ... no doubt due to the loss of their backfield star, Speed Bartlett... Stand by, folks, we"re to have a word now from Coach Brock of Medford...!"