“Then look it up in an encyclopedia,” directed Jack, with a laugh. “I’m not going to answer any more questions.”
“I hope you get a chance next game,” said Tom to Bert. “Maybe you will after the fumble Sam made.”
And Bert did. For there was a conference between the Freshman captain and coach that night, which resulted in Sam being sent back to the scrub. He protested mightily.
“It wasn’t my fault—that fumble,” he declared.
“I think it was,” spoke the coach. “Anyhow you didn’t run the team as well as I thought you would. Why, you didn’t give Fairfield half a chance, and he showed what he could do when he did get a show.”
“Aw, he can’t play football.”
“I think he can. Anyhow, you’ll shift back, but if you do good work I’ll play you on the regular team again before the season is over.” And with this Sam had to be content.
Football practice was resumed on Monday, and the team seemed to do better with the change in quarter-backs. There was a match in the middle of the week, and again Elmwood won handily, Jack Fitch distinguishing himself by a long run, while Tom made some star tackles, once saving a touchdown by catching the player a short distance from the goal.
“I’ll get even with Fairfield yet!” threatened Sam to Nick. “He needn’t think he can run things here.”
“Go in and do him,” advised his crony. “Can’t you pick a quarrel with him, and have it out?”