Recess was nearly up when Thomp and Captain Sam Edgeworth, of the eleven, approached Dick & Co. A nod from Edgeworth drew Prescott away from his chums.
"Prescott, as you know, we don't usually allow freshmen to mix much with us in the athletic line. But the fellows feel that you are a big exception. You couldn't possibly make the team this year, of course, but we well, we thought you might like a bit of the social end of the squad. We thought you might like to come around to our headquarters and see us drill and hear our talk of the game. Would it interest you any?"
"Would it?" glowed Dick. "Why, as much as it would please a ragpicker to be carried off to a palace to live!"
"Do you care to come around and see us this afternoon?" pursued
Captain Sam. "Say three o'clock."
"I'd be delighted."
"Then come around and see us, Prescott. Maybe you'll be interested in something that you see and hear."
"I wonder——-" began Dick, wistfully.
"Well, what?" asked Thomp.
"Could you possibly include my chums in that invitation? They're all mightily interested."
"Yes," nodded Thompson, "they're interested, and they all helped you to spring that trick on the Board of Education. It's more than half likely that we owe the continuance of football this season to Dick & Co."