"Bartz is right," spoke up Neil, "In order to keep our record clean up to the Pennington game we've got to wallop Paulson this coming Saturday. And that'll be a hard game too. We can't expect to loaf and win. We've got to be in the fight every minute!"
"We'll be there, kid!" grunted the big Oole.
Judd and Cateye walked back to the dormitory together. Cateye, for some reason that Judd could not understand, was not very talkative.
"The varsity sure did rip us seconds up to-day," began Judd, for the nth time, trying to get an answer from his room-mate.
Cateye unlocked the door to his room, stepped in, and swung about, facing Judd.
"Judd, what did you do that for?" he questioned, softly.
"Do what?" rejoined Judd, evasively.
"True, you didn't do anything in scrimmage to-day," admitted Cateye,
"But I know the reason why."
"That's easy, I haven't played for over a week," retorted Judd, "I'll tell you it takes practice to—."
"Nonsense, Judd! A kid could have played as well as you did this afternoon. Don't try to bluff me; I know you too well. If you'd have played any other position on that team you'd have been a living cyclone, but just because Coach Phillips put you in against me you laid down!"