He was rather chilly toward Joe that evening.
The Latin was progressing well. Merriman saw that it did. He arrived like clockwork every evening save Sunday at exactly ten minutes past seven, spread his books and papers without the loss of a minute and had no breath for extraneous matters. "Good evening" was the extent of his small-talk. After that it was business with him. When, on the occasion of his first appearance in 17 Sohmer, Myron asked him how the puppies were getting along, Merriman frowned and said: "You aren't paying me to talk puppies, Foster. Have you found the page?" Having finished the two-hour session, Merriman dropped his books into a green-cloth bag, took up his hat, said "Good-night, Foster," and went. That, at least, was the usual procedure, but this Saturday night he varied it. When he had pulled the string of that green bag close he laid it beside his hat and asked: "Doing anything?"
"Doing--oh, no, not a thing," answered Myron.
"Then I'll stick around a few minutes." Merriman pulled a chair toward him and settled his feet on it and sighed luxuriously. "I suppose you saw the game this afternoon. You told me you were out for the team, didn't you?"
"Yes." Myron's voice may have sounded disgruntled, for Merriman smiled faintly and asked:
"What's the matter? Working you too hard?"
"No, they aren't working me at all," replied Myron bitterly. "I mean, all I'm doing is going through a lot of stunts I learned two years ago. I guess things are sort of balled up this year. They've got so many candidates out there that they can't begin to handle them all, and I dare say I'll be just where I am in November--if I stay."
"Cheer up," said the other. "They'll let you go before that."
"But, hang it, Merriman, I've played the game for two years: more than that, counting when I was a kid: and I was captain of my team last year. That may not mean much to these fellows here, but at least it ought to secure me a chance to show what I can do."
"Seems so. Doesn't it? I mean, aren't you getting a chance?"
"No, I'm not," answered Myron warmly. "I'm fuddling around with about fifteen or sixteen other fellows, most of whom never saw a football until a week ago, and getting nowhere. No one pays any attention to you here. They just say 'Report to Jones or Smith or some one' and forget all about you."