“_What!_” cried Bob. “Aren’t you Gordon Harmon, the fellow who played full-back last year for Schuyler High?” Harmon shook his head gently. “Oh, no, that’s my brother,” he said. A deep silence fell. Bob stared at Joe and Joe stared at Martin and all three stared at Harmon. And the latter met their looks with an amused smile. When the silence threatened to continue forever Bob gave an audible gulp and blurted wildly: “But I saw the name on your bag! It’s there now! ‘Gordon Edward Harmon!’” “Oh,” replied Harmon gently, “that isn’t my bag. I borrowed it from my brother.” CHAPTER V THE WRONG BOY Another silence ensued, broken at last by a groan from Bob. “Then you’re not--you don’t--” “There’s evidently been a mistake,” said Willard regretfully. “Still, of course it doesn’t much matter whether my name’s Willard or Gordon, does it? As Shakespeare says, ‘What’s in a name?’” “I never could stand that fellow Shakespeare,” muttered Bob. Joe was still staring across the table at Willard in a strange fascination. Martin’s countenance was gradually assuming a broad grin. Willard went on brightly and cheerfully. “What I couldn’t understand was why you chaps were so anxious to have me here. Just at first, naturally, I was a bit peevish at being locked up, but when I came to think it over, like you told me to, I realized that your wanting me to stay was a compliment. It wasn’t as if I was of some consequence, as if I was a football player or an athlete or something like that. You fellows just took a liking to me and couldn’t bear to see me go anywhere else. When I realized that I didn’t feel as if I could disappoint you!” “Oh, shut up,” pleaded Joe miserably. Willard evidently didn’t hear him. “And then promising me a position on the football team and getting me a nice room and arranging to pay my tuition--” “No, by gosh!” exploded Joe. “You don’t come that, Harmon! That’s off! You hear me?” [Illustration: “You don’t come that, Harmon! That’s off! You hear me?”] “What do you mean?” asked Willard aggrievedly. “Didn’t you say you’d fix it so I wouldn’t have to pay any tuition for the first half of the year?” “No matter what I said,” retorted Joe wildly. “It’s off!” “But--but you promised me a place on the team, Myers! You can’t go back on that!” “Can’t I?” asked Joe grimly. “You told me you were Gordon Harmon--” “I beg your pardon,” denied Willard firmly. “I didn’t tell you that. You--you must have seen that label on my bag!” “Never mind! I thought you were Gordon Harmon. We all did. That’s why we wanted you here. That’s why we thought Kenly had made promises and why we offered to see you through the half-year. Now, by gosh, you aren’t Harmon at all!” “But it wasn’t my fault you made the mistake! And awhile back when I said that maybe I wasn’t as much of a football player as you thought I was you said you’d risk it. Why, my main reason for agreeing to stay here was your promising me I could play football!”