"How are you going to force 'em?" demanded Frank Rutley.
"Why, play such fast and snappy games that they can't refuse us—get in the champion class—make 'em recognize us."
"Oh, it's easy enough to talk," murmured Innis, "but when it comes to a football team——"
"What's the matter with the football team?" demanded a new voice, and a tall, good-looking cadet, bronzed almost to a copper color, came in. "Are we going to have practice to-day?"
"Hello, Dick!"
"Glad you came in, Hamilton."
"You're just in time to hear the news."
These were some of the expressions that greeted the advent of the newcomer. Dick Hamilton pressed up into the group of indignant lads, and accepted the letter which Innis held out to him.
"Read that!" spluttered the stout lad.
As Dick read a dull flush crept up under his coat of tan.