Dink returned to his room in a rage against everything and every one, at Slugger Jones for having submitted the question, at Tough McCarty for having looked as though he expected a lie, and at himself for ever having acted as linesman. If it had not been the last days before the Andover match he would have found some consolation in rushing over to the Woodhull and provoking McCarty to the long-deferred fight. "He thought I'd lie out of it," he said furiously. "He did; I saw it. I'll settle that with him, too. Now I suppose every one in this house'll be down on me; but they'd better be mighty careful how they express it." For as he had left the field he had heard only too clearly how the Kennedy eleven, in the unreasoning passion of conflict, had expressed itself. At present, through the open window, the sounds of violent words were borne up to him from below. He approached and looked down upon the furious assembly. "Damn me up and down, damn me all you want," he said, doubling up his fists. "Keep it up, but don't come up to me with it." Suddenly, back of him, the door opened and shut and Dennis de Brian de Boru Finnegan stood in the room. "I say, Dink----" "Get out," said Stover furiously, seizing a pillow. Finnegan precipitately retired and, placing the door between him and the danger, opened it slightly and inserted his freckled little nose. "I say, Dink----" "Get out, I told you!" The pillow struck the door with a bang. "I won't have any one snooping around here!" The next instant Dennis, resolved on martyrdom, stepped inside, saying: "I say, old man, if it'll do you any good, take it out on me." Stover, thus defied, stopped and said: "Dennis, I don't want to talk about it." "All right," said Dennis, sitting down. "And I want to be alone." "Correct," said Dennis, who didn't budge. They sat in moody silence, without lighting the lamp. "Pretty tough," said Dennis at last. Stover's answer was a grunt. "You couldn't see it the way the umpire did, could you?" "No, I couldn't." "Pretty tough!" "I suppose," said Dink finally, "the fellows are wild." "A little--a little excited," said Dennis carefully. "It was tough--pretty tough!" "You don't suppose I wanted that gang of muckers to win, do you?" said Stover. "I know," said Dennis sympathetically. The Tennessee Shad now returned from the wars, covered with mud and the more visible marks of the combat. "Hello," he said gruffly. "Hello," said Stover. The Tennessee Shad went wearily to his corner and stripped for the bath. "Well, say it," said Stover, who, in his agitation, had actually picked up a textbook and started to study. "Jump on me, why don't you?" "I'm not going to jump on you," said the Tennessee Shad, who weakly pulled off the heavy shoes. "Only--well, you couldn't see it as the umpire did, could you?" "No!" "What a day--what an awful day!" Dennis de Brian de Boru Finnegan, with great tact, rose and hesitated: