“I don’t remember,” murmured Bert. Then, after a moment: “Look here, though, if that money doesn’t come from your folks we’ll be in a mess, won’t we? I don’t honestly believe I’ll be able to scrape it all up before Christmas. I’ve got about four dollars and, of course, I’ll have ten more the first of the month, but――――” “Oh, that money will come today or tomorrow,” comforted Hugh. “Then I’ll settle up with Mr. Crump and Wallace Cathcart.” “But I’ll be owing it to you then,” said Bert in troubled voice. “I guess it was pretty cheeky to go to you for it, anyway, but I was so worried about that man Fallow that I didn’t know what to do. If he’d got to faculty I’d been fired like a shot.” “You needn’t worry about owing it to me,” said Hugh with a shrug. “I don’t need it. Anyhow, it’s the mater’s and she won’t mind if she never gets it. How’s the rib?” “All right, I suppose. Davy says I can’t get back before next week, though. Last year he fixed Musgrave’s broken collar bone up for him so he was playing inside of ten days. I don’t see why he needs to be so plaguy fussy about an old rib.” “My word, you didn’t expect to get back today, did you?” “No, but I thought they’d let me play Saturday against Hollywood. I’m going with the team, though, anyway. You coming along?” “Can’t say, old chap. If Crowley doesn’t forgive me I fancy I might as well be there as here. If he does I dare say we’ll have practice just the same. _Ouch!_” “What’s the matter?” “Nothing, only Hanser dropped the ball then and Nick’s got it. He’s clever at squirming through, isn’t he? It looked as if he got right between Longley’s legs! That gives first a ripping chance to score,” he added anxiously. “They must be on our twenty yards. I say, what sort of a chap is Longley, Bert?” “Brew? Why, he’s pretty good. I thought Bonner would have him on the first this year. He would have, too, if Willard hadn’t showed up so well before school opened.” “Yes, I know he’s a good center, but is he――well, is he a gentleman?” “A gentleman?” Bert looked surprised. “Depends on what you mean, I guess, by gentleman, Hugh. I don’t suppose you’d call him that. I think his father’s a contractor or something in Springfield or somewhere.” “I didn’t mean that. I meant is he considered a――well, do you like him?” “Like Brew Longley? N-no, not particularly. I don’t know him very well. I guess he’s all right, though. Why?” “Well, he seems to have it in for me, don’t you know. He’s made a couple of――what do you call them, now?――a couple of ‘cracks’ that I didn’t like. I wondered whether he did it because he didn’t know any better or because he was just naturally a cad.” “What sort of cracks?” asked Bert. “Oh, he calls me ‘Royalty’ and things like that, and talks like a silly ass on the stage, if you know what I mean, and is really rather insolent. I fancy he tries to make fun of the way I talk, eh?”