“But you see I am right,” said Dick. “I was compelled to ask you to put the votes back in order to save my own feelings.”
“Then, if you had not seen me——”
Dick interrupted with a laugh.
“Why, I should have known nothing about it. But,” he added soberly, “I am glad I saw you, even though Arlington won.”
“Well,” acknowledged the Texan, brought round at last, “I believe I am glad of it, too; but it was a howling shame to have that greaser get on the committee! It was, I know!”
CHAPTER XIV—ARLINGTON SHOWS HIS HAND
The football-team soon began to feel the hand of Chester Arlington. He sent men out to practise and directed that they should be tried on the regular team. And he seemed to have the athletic committee behind him, for they backed up his demands. Two of these men, Peter Hicks and Rufus Hoyt, knew something about football and played fairly well.
Dick chafed, for he saw that serious trouble was brewing. He saw that Arlington would try to manage the team through the committee, and that was just what Dick determined he should not do.
“It’s a fight, pard,” said Brad Buckhart. “Mark what I say, you’ll have your troubles with that galoot right along.”
Phil Warne was chairman of the committee. In the past he had permitted Dick to run the team on the field just about as he pleased. Now, however, he advised a shifting about of the team and trying them in other positions.