“We must do something, fellows,” he said. “There is no question about that. Unless the team is strengthened greatly, Highland will have another easy time when we meet them next Saturday. If they win that game, it settles the series, and there’ll be no need to play the third game.”
“If necessary,” said Redwood, “and if you fellows think it best, I’ll go to Scott and see if I can’t get him to come back onto the team. I should hate to do anything of the sort, but I’m willing to do ’most anything that is honest so that we may win the next game.”
Leon Bentley groaned, softly and derisively.
“That sounds first rate,” he muttered, “but you can’t fool some people.”
The words were spoken loudly enough for some of the boys to understand them, but Dolph, who was at the farther side of the room, did not catch them distinctly.
“What’s that you say, Bentley?” he demanded, sharply.
“I say that sounds first rate, but you can’t get Scott if you go down on your knees to him.”
“Perhaps that was what you said,” admitted Renwood; “but it didn’t sound like it. I’m not going down on my knees to Scott, but I am going to speak to him, no matter what he may do.”
“I wouldn’t do that, Renwood,” said Sterndale, scowling a little. “If anybody says anything to that fellow, it is my place to do so. I have not yet decided that I’d take him back onto the eleven if he came and asked to play.”
“Of course you wouldn’t!” exclaimed Leon, promptly, showing satisfaction. “The team is all right just as it is, if it gets the right kind of practice work.”