"I hadn't thought of that," muttered Prescott. "Oh, well, we'll have to find some way of getting uniforms. We've got to have 'em. That's all there is to it."
"'Where there's a will there's a way,'" quoted Tom Reade blithely.
But most of the fellows shook their heads.
"We can't get uniforms," declared several of the older eighth-grade boys.
"Then, if we can't we'll have to play without uniforms," Dick maintained. "We've got to play somehow. I hope you fellows won't go and lose your enthusiasm. Let's all hang together for football."
One by one the other boys dropped off, until only Dick and his five chums were left at a corner on Main Street.
"I'm afraid a lot of the fellows will go and let their enthusiasm cool over night," declared Harry Hazelton.
"Remember, fellows, we've got to have our football eleven, and we've got to keep at it until we can really play a good game," insisted Dick.
"But what if most all the fellows drop out?" demanded Dan Dalzell. "You know, that's the trouble with Grammar School fellows. They don't stick."
"There are six of us, and we'll all stick," proclaimed Dick. "That means that we've got to get only five other fellows to stick. Surely we can do that, if we've got hustle enough in us to play football at all."