“Burtis! You in there?” demanded the caller imperatively. The knob rattled, but Kendall had turned the key and the door denied admittance. For a brief instant Kendall clung to his desire for seclusion. But then, as there came a kick which threatened to drive a panel in, he answered: “Hello! Who is it, please?” “Simms! Open the door, you silly chump! What time do you think it is?” Kendall crossed the room in the darkness and turned back the key. The door was pushed open, admitting a flood of light from the corridor. Simms stared in at him. “What the dickens are you doing?” he demanded. “Been asleep?” “Yes, a little while,” answered Kendall. “Well, find your cap and come on. We’re half through dinner! We’ve been looking for you for an hour.” “I――I don’t think I want to go over there, thanks,” murmured the other. “I――my arm’s pretty sore, and I’m tired――――” “What of it? Don’t you think the rest of us are tired, too? And sore? Gosh, I haven’t a bone in my body that isn’t yelping! Besides, we’ve got to elect a new captain pretty soon.” “You won’t need my vote,” Kendall demurred. “I’d vote for Crandall if I was there. You could tell them that, couldn’t you?” “Crandall! Well, say――――” Simms paused and chuckled. “Just the same you’d better come, Burtis. They sent me for you, and I can’t go back without you. Get your cap, like a good fellow.” “They sent for me? Who, Simms?” “Why, the lot of them, the whole push, of course,” replied the quarter impatiently. “Do you mean――that they――really want me?” faltered Kendall. “Really want you? Say, what’s the matter with you, old man?” Simms looked curiously into the other boy’s face. Then he whistled softly. “So that’s it, eh?” he asked, as though of himself. He put one hand on Kendall’s shoulder. “Look here, Burtis,” he said affectionately, “you’ve got some fool notion in your head, haven’t you? Feeling sore, I guess, about that goal you didn’t make. Is that it?” “Why――why, of course, I feel pretty rotten about it,” answered the younger boy. “And I thought――perhaps the other fellows――――” His voice dwindled away into silence. Simms laughed cheerfully. Then his fingers closed reassuringly on Kendall’s shoulder. “Poppycock, Burtis! Poppycock, my son! No one’s holding that against you! How could they? Great Scott! haven’t we all made mistakes to-day? You don’t think _you_ lost the game, do you? Well, you didn’t! No more than I did, or Merriwell or Fales or any of the rest of us――alone! We all had a hand in it, Burtis. Besides, Payson’s been giving us a whole earful of guff about what a little band of heroes we are! Why Payson says we never had any show for that game, by rights! Says we only tied ’em because we didn’t know we were licked!” Simms’s voice dropped. “Burtis, don’t be a silly chump. Get your cap and come along. There’s a seat by me you can have. Come and see for yourself whether we want you there!”