As he said this, he turned and looked at Don Scott, who felt on the instant that the words were meant for him, and a pang of anger shot through his heart, causing his hands to clench savagely and his jaws to harden.
“We have the best fellows in the village on the eleven,” asserted Sterndale, loyally.
“Good fellows do not always make good football players,” said Dolph, knowingly. “But get them together, and we’ll see if they can do any better than they did last night.”
Observing Don, Dick called:
“Come on, Scott. Where’s your suit?”
“Don’t need it,” returned the boy on the bench. “I’m not going to practice.”
“What?” exclaimed Dick, walking over. “Oh, come, that’s nonsense! You aren’t sick, are you?”
“Yes.”
“Well, that’s different,” said the captain, quickly. “If you’re sick, I don’t expect you to practice.”
Don rose to his feet.