Nobody ever comes to see him, and he seldom ever
gets any letters, yet he always has all the spending money he
wants."
"Perhaps he's got a gold mine somewhere," laughed Dick.
"I don't know about that, but I do know that there are days when
he hasn't a cent, and the next day he will have just such a roll
of bills as you saw him with day before yesterday -- and the money
doesn't come to him through the mail either."
"Perhaps Captain Putnam deals it out, to him."
Captain Harry shook his head. "Not much! The captain wouldn't
let him have more than five dollars at a time. I've been through
the mill, and I know."
Here the matter was dropped, but Dick had good cause to remember
this conversation later on.
The distance from Putnam Hall to Pornell Academy was a mile and a
half, and it was arranged that the football team, Captain Putnam,
George Strong, and several others should ride to the latter place
in the Hall carriages while the others walked the distance.
Thanksgiving dawned bright and clear. The morning was spent in
the Hall chapel, and dinner was served promptly at twelve.
"Don't eat too much," cautioned Sam. "I want every player to be
wide awake today.
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