“Oh, stir around and do something. You’re never down to see the eleven at work. You didn’t even come out to yell when we played the Atlas High School off its feet. You just mope around over your books the whole time. I don’t believe you’ve been out enough to keep your arm in shape, now have you?”
“Not very often,” admitted Dan.
“Why don’t you do it? You know what the fellows expect. If you don’t make the nine I’ll be the laughing-stock of the whole school. Brace up, Dan! Gus Kiggins says——”
“What does he say?” inquired Dan as his roommate hesitated.
“Oh, nothing much,” said Walter, laughing a little uneasily. “I guess that Gus thinks about what all the fellows do.”
“What’s that?”
“Look here, Dan. You’ve just got to get into the school life, and that’s all there is about it. You’re nothing but a grind.”
“If I were paying my own way I might feel differently.”
“Don’t bother your head about that. I guess my father won’t complain if I don’t. What he wants is to——”