“It might be a good idea to put them in a couple of games,” added Bill. “I’m not saying anything against Jim,” he went on, “but Ned sure has a swift ball.”
“Those fellows don’t play on the varsity while I’m captain,” said Frank sullenly. “They’ve got too good an opinion of themselves now, and if they played on the first team they’d think they owned the college. They can’t come in!”
“That’s right!” cried some of Frank’s closest friends. “With their auto and their boat they’ll think they’re too good for Boxwood after a bit.”
“They can play ball all right, and better than some of us,” declared a centre fielder who had muffed a ball, letting in a run. “And when I say that I include myself,” he admitted frankly. “I did rotten work to-day.”
“You’re right, you did!” snapped Frank. “And don’t let it happen again.”
“If I do, will you put in one of the three inseparables?” was the question, for so Ned, Bob and Jerry were called at times.
“Not in a hundred years!” cried Frank.
“Oh, give ’em a chance!” pleaded some, including Bart and Bill.
“Don’t you do it! Too much swelled head!” insisted others.