"He’s the one for us to get at."
"How can we do it?" questioned Fletcher eagerly.
"Get up a petition, a round robin, or something of the sort, protesting against Merriwell being excused from drill in order to take part in football practise. What do you think of that?"
"All right!" piped Watson. "It’s a great idea!"
"Oh, I have a great head!" said Uric loftily.
"But can we get enough signers?" questioned Fletcher. "That is to be considered."
"We can try hard. I know some fellows who will sign. If we can work old Gooch up, he may make a big kick against this business."
"And if Merriwell is compelled to attend drill regularly, it’s certain he can’t keep up in his classes, for, with drill and football, he won’t have time for study. By Jove! Scudder, I believe it is possible that you have struck on a scheme to force Merriwell to drop out of the eleven! That will be a corker on him."
"And on his brother, too; for Frank Merriwell wants Dick to make a good showing at football this fall."
"Who’ll draw up the document?"