Dick was pacing the floor.

Dave, Tom and Greg Holmes were seated on the edge of the bed.

Dan Dalzell was lying back in the one armchair that the room boasted.

Harry Hazelton was standing by the door.
"I can't make a single thing out of it all," sighed Dan.

"All I can get at is that some of the seniors and some of our class, the juniors, are talking as though they didn't care about playing this year.