that God sees and knows. He who has Him for witness has
enough."

"But what do you advise me to do about this football business, Father?"

"There's nothing to advise. All I can say is 'watchful waiting.' But I
can tell you this. I have never yet known that a fellow who does what is
right, loses out. He may appear for a time to have the worst of it, and
he may suffer a lot, but if he does what is right to the end, he comes
out on top. The trouble is that most people are willing to do right for
a limited period, and then they give way. That always loses. If God is
to be trusted, it is not for a day or a week, but always. I don't mean
to say that every good man has been justified before men, but this I do
say, that no good man has ever regretted his trust in God, nor the price
he paid for it."

"I feel now that I can stand anything, Father."

"That's the way to talk. Just act the same way."

Frank went into the reading room and glanced over the magazines. He took
down some books and looked them over. The Club rooms were practically
empty and his mind was not on his reading. It was the matter of football
practice and how the new player would do that chiefly recurred to him.
After about an hour and a half, as it was getting dark, he put away his
book and started for home.

At Gody's corner, there was usually a crowd of the Regal boys at this
hour, and Frank hesitated whether he would pass along that way or go
around the block. He had had enough troubles for one day, and did not
court any more. To pass that crowd would mean trouble of some sort, he
was afraid. But suddenly he wheeled around. "I'll go the way I would in
case nothing was up. If I once give in to this thing, it will be my
finish."

He accordingly walked towards the crowd. As they saw him coming, he
caught their looks and nods in his direction. When he got alongside of
them, George Mooney, an upper class boy, said sneeringly, "Why weren't
you out to the practice, Mulvy?"

Frank took all the wind out of his sails by answering, "I was out there,
but they fired me. They had no room on the team for a thug, they told
me."

"Some sand, kid," said Fred Gaffney. "You don't look like a fellow who'd
do a dirty trick."

"He has already done it, there's no question of what he would do,"
retorted Mooney.

"Come here, kid," said Gaffney. "I'm going to believe just what you say.
Did you have anything to do with that damage over there?"

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