“We’ve heard about you,” went on Tom, but he smiled and did not seem to hold what Jerry and his chums had done against them, as Frank Watson did.
When the practice ended and the team and scrubs came off the field Bob found himself near the lad who had made the touchdown with the intercepted forward pass.
“Excuse me,” began the stout lad, “but that was a beaut play of yours.”
“Glad you liked it,” was the cordial retort. “Oh, say, I guess I’ve seen you before!” went on Chet. “You room next to me?” he questioned.
“Yes, and these are my friends. We only got here last night.”
“Glad to meet you,” said the player genially. “We’ve got a good crowd in Borton, and we’ll have some swell times when we get going. A good crowd, yes!”
“All but that Frank Watson and his bunch,” thought Bob.
They had a glimpse of Frank and his chums on the football field, but were not near them.
“Can’t you drop in and see us this evening?” was Jerry’s invitation. “I suppose we can do here what’s done at other colleges—sneak in a little feed now and then?”