"Yes, but if you are to play to-morrow you'll need a rest. See me in the morning." "All right. I'll go. But if I can't play whole game you be sorry, Ham. You're good feller--you let me play--be sorry if you don't--tha's all," and Porter lurched from the room, while Dick shook his head sorrowfully. Mr. Hamilton came up to Dick's room about an hour later. It needed but a look at his face to see that his errand had proven a failure. "Well?" asked Dick, but he knew what the answer would be. "Mr. Duncaster wouldn't even talk to me when he learned what my object was," said the millionaire wearily. "I guess we can't do anything with him, Dick. But never mind," he added more brightly, "I can try another scheme. They haven't got us beaten yet, Dick, my boy!" Dick put his father up in an apartment in the Sacred Pig after the little banquet. It was a gay affair in spite of the millionaire's disappointment, and the boys voted him a brick. Porter approached the captain the next morning. He did not seem at all ashamed of his condition of yesterday. "Well, Hamilton, am I to play?" was the somewhat sharp question. "You'll have to take your chances with the other subs," was the young captain's answer. "I can't make any changes in the Varsity now. I may after the first half, if we find Mooretown easy enough." "Yes, that's it!" sneered Porter. "You'll only put me in on the easy games. I won't stand for it. Either I play the full game, or off comes my suit for the season." "You can please yourself about that," and Dick turned aside. "You'll be sorry for this!" muttered Porter, as he walked away. The last arrangements had been made, the team and substitutes surrounded by the crowd of students who could not go to Mooretown, had been cheered again and again, and Grit had been decorated as a mascot. The crowd which was to accompany the players on the special train had all gathered, and the march to the depot was begun. Mr. Hamilton was with Dick. "Humph! Our special hasn't pulled in yet," observed Manager Hatfield when the station was reached, and there were no cars in waiting "That's funny. The agent said it would be surely here ready for us. I'll ask him about it." Dick was standing near the manager when he questioned the station master. That official seemed greatly surprised at the crowd of players and spectators. "Your special train?" he exclaimed. "Why you countermanded the order for it. The game was off, I understood, so I sent the engine and cars back." "Sent them back!" cried Dick. "How was that?' "Why, I had them all here, and the engineer had steam up, waiting for you. About an hour ago one of your students came down here and said Mooretown had cancelled the game, and that you weren't going to play. So, as I didn't want the special standing here in the way of the regular trains, I sent it back to the yard." "Can we get it again?" asked Hatfield, wondering what had happened. "Not inside of several hours."