Renwood stopped, and Harry Carter spoke up at once:
“I did the best I could, fellows. I know I made some bad blunders, but I didn’t shirk, and——”
“You’re all right,” Dolph interrupted; “but you haven’t had the practice, and you were given a hard position in the line. Now, if you had been placed next to the end, with Smith on the end——”
“Are you digging at me?” asked Bentley, snappily. “I was playing next to the end.”
“I am not digging at anybody,” calmly answered the quarter-back of the team; “but I know we should have had Smith on that end.”
“There’s been too much shifting about,” said Leon. “You fellows took in Boland and Carter, and then you tried Linton at right tackle till you found Ford wouldn’t work beside Old Lightning. That made you shift back, and finally you decided you couldn’t get along without me, after all, which caused another change.”
“We’ve not had enough time for practice,” Sterndale asserted.
“You’ve had as much as Highland,” grinned Leon, lighting another cigarette.
“No, not by a whole week.”
“That’s a lot!”