They all looked at him a moment.
“Good, Bradford, good!” exclaimed Dr. Crandon. “That’s what he is! I’m inclined to think that football is a good training place for a captain of industry.”
“It’s all team work,” said John Bradford. “Some do one thing and some another, but without a captain a team can’t win.”
There were times when Uncle John said things that Billy couldn’t understand. He did just then. But Billy knew, by the look that came into Mr. Prescott’s face, that he was very much pleased.
“It takes,” said Dr. Crandon, “two sets of men to make the world move along: those who work with their heads, and those who work with their hands. For my part, I believe that one set works about as hard as the other.”
“I’m truly thankful, Crandon,” said Mr. Prescott, “that there’s somebody in the world who realizes that.”
Then they all started down the avenue of elms. Mr. Prescott had slipped his arm through John Bradford’s, and was talking to him earnestly.
Dr. Crandon and Billy loitered along behind.
“Mr. Prescott seems to be unusually fond of his ‘Alma Mater,’” said Dr. Crandon.
“What,” asked Billy, “does ‘Alma Mater’ mean?”