"What are you going to do, Hal?" asked dark-eyed Don, coming up. "You don’t mean to say that you’ve got the fever, and think of getting into the game?"
"I’m going to try to get a chance to practise," said Hal. "Perhaps I won’t be permitted to do that."
"Permitted!" exclaimed Captain Steve Nunn. "Why, Darrell, you know I begged you to come out at the very beginning of the practise this year, and you would not do it. I told you that I believed you could make the team then."
"I know you did," admitted Hal; "but I did not want to try it then."
"It’s different now."
"What do you mean?"
"Why, circumstances are different. I’m not sure you can make the team."
"Oh, I see!" exclaimed Hal, with a touch of scorn. "You mean that you’ll not be permitted to use your own judgment now about taking on another good man if one shows up."
"That was not what I meant. I’ve never been permitted to use my own judgment without consulting others in regard to players. You know that, Darrell."
"Oh, I think there was a time that what you said went. You were really captain of the team at first."