"They say he can train down in a week. He was the greatest freshman half-back ever known at Yale."
"Half-back—Browning a half-back! Oh, say, that fellow couldn't play football!"
"Not a great deal now, perhaps, but he could last year. He'd be on the regular team now, but his father swore to take him out of college if he didn't stop it. You see, Browning is not entirely to blame for his laziness. He inherits it from his father, and the old man will not allow him to lead in athletics, so whatever he does must be done secretly."
Frank was interested. He wondered how a fellow like Bruce Browning could come to be know as "king of the sophomores," unless such a title was applied to him in derision. Now he began to understand that Browning was something more than the lazy mischief planner that he had seemed.
Frank's interest in Browning grew.
"And you say he is backing Diamond?"
"That's the way it looks from the road."
"Well, Mr. Bruce Browning may need some attention. It is he who puts the sophs up to their jobs on us. We ought to put up a big one on him."
"That's right! that's right!"
"Merry," said Jones, "set the complicated machinery of your fertile brain to work and see what it will bring forth."