dared to hold out against it for fear of being derided as a "softy," and now they were engaged in reassuring one another.
Harry said lightly to Frank Windsor and Tom Albree and Russell Stearns:—
"I'd hate to be snagged. It would n't be much fun getting fired."
"Oh, a crowd like this would n't be fired," declared Frank Windsor. "Why, they could n't fire us all—a crowd of the best fellows in the school—ten of us! And if they don't fire all, they can't fire one. The most they'd do to us would be to soak us with a whole lot of Latin lines for two or three afternoons."
"I guess that's about right," Harry said more cheerfully. "And if we don't really do anything, I don't see the harm in looking into the Pie House."
"I'm not going to touch a drop," Frank Windsor said, "and none of you fellows who are on the Corinthian team can break training. Mind that!"
By giving such instructions Frank felt that as captain of the team he was doing his duty.
