"Let us see," broke in Dick, suddenly, "who are the soreheads in the football line?"
"Well, Davis and Cassleigh, of the senior class, for two," replied
Dave Darrin.
"Dodge, Fremont and Bayliss, also first classmen," suggested Reade.
"Trenholm and Grayson, also seniors," brought in Greg Holmes.
"Then there are Porter, Drayne and Whitney," added Dave. "They're of this year's Juniors."
"And Hudson and Paulson, also of our junior class," nodded Harry
Hazelton.
Dick Prescott had rapidly written down the names. Now he was studying the list carefully.
"They're all good football men," sighed Dick. "All men whose aid in the football squad is much needed."
"Drayne is the stuck-up chap, who uses the broad 'a' in his speech, and carries his nose up at an angle of forty-five degrees," chuckled Dan Dalzell. "He's the fellow I mortally offended by nicknaming him 'Sewers,' to mimic his name of 'Drayne.'"
"That wouldn't be enough to keep him out of football," remarked
Dave quietly.