"I never claimed to be a star," was the calm answer, "but I probably played well enough to be picked."
"No, you didn't!" fairly shouted Porter. "You were picked because it is your money that's paying the salaries of the coaches and they were afraid if they didn't pick you that they'd lose their jobs. That's why you're on the Varsity, Dick Hamilton, and you can put that in your pipe and smoke it!"
Porter, with a sneer on his puffed and red face, swung around angrily, and started off.
"Wait one minute, Mr. Porter," called Dick in a strangely quiet voice. "I want to say something to you."
"No, let me say it," begged Paul quickly, as Porter turned and faced them.
CHAPTER X
DICK IS REBUFFED
For a moment the four cadets—two on one side and two on the other—stared at each other. The face of Dick Hamilton was rather pale, but he held himself well in control. As for Paul, he had one hand on the shoulder of his chum, and had taken an eager step forward to confront Porter.
That bully regarded the two friends with a sneer on his face, and the countenance of Weston wore an amused smile.