"Wait a minute," Dick insisted. "Now, fellows, no Grammar School in Gridley has ever had an eleven."
"How could we," came a discontented wail, "if we have to stand here and see Dave just do nothing but hold the ball?"
"Fellows," Dick went on impressively, "it's time to have Grammar School football teams here in Gridley. Central Grammar ought to have one, North Grammar one and South Grammar one. Then our three Grammar Schools could play a championship series among themselves."
"Hooray! Give the ball a throw, Dave!"
"So, fellows," Dick continued, "a lot of us think we ought to organize a football team at once. Then we can challenge North Grammar and South Grammar. We can practise the rest of this month, and next month we can play off our games. What do you say?"
"Hooray!"
"We'll have two teams," called Dave. "We'll call one team the Rangers and the other the Rustlers. Now, let's make Dick captain of the Rangers."
"All right!"
"And Tom Craig captain of the Rustlers."
"Good!"