"Fellows, the coaches have come!" cried Dick. "Now to learn how to play football!"
CHAPTER VIII
THE TRY-OUT
Scores of expectant lads sat in the meeting room of the Kentfield Academy gymnasium. They faced two quiet gentlemen, who, from time to time, whispered to each other. Beside the two gentlemen were Teddy Naylor and Innis Beeby, who also, as the minutes passed, conferred in low voices.
"Hadn't we better start?" asked Innis, of the football captain.
"No, we'll wait a few minutes longer. Porter and Weston aren't here, and I want them to come."
"Those fellows will never train for the eleven."
"Yes they will. There is good material in both of them. Here they are now. I guess we've got enough. Will you start her off, or shall I?"
"Oh, you'd better, Teddy. I'll say something later if it's necessary. Better introduce 'em formally first, and let 'em do most of the talking," and the stout cadet looked at the two coaches.