“I don’t want any one to think he hasn’t a chance until I tell him,” said Larry. “I won’t try to pick a team for three days, and then it will be a tentative one. Of course we’ve got to reduce the squad quickly, so those remaining may practice. But I want to keep twenty-five regulars this fall.”
“Well, that was a good start,” remarked Clark, as they walked across the campus after two hours of hard work.
“How do you think the fellows like the idea?” inquired Larry anxiously.
The responsibility of the position had commenced to worry him, and he feared that his innovations would not be received in good part by the students.
“The majority of the fellows who were watching agree with you,” said Clark. “I think most of the players believe it is the right way—but, I imagine you’re going to have trouble with some of the old players—and the fraternity crowd will be furious. Baldwin is trying to stir them up—says he isn’t getting a square deal.”
“I didn’t see Baldwin out to-day,” remarked Larry thoughtfully.
“Would you give him a chance to make the team?” asked Clark, stopping in surprise.
“Of course, if I thought him good enough.”
“Well—you beat me,” laughed Clark. “After what he has tried to do to you to give him a chance.”
“He’s a pretty fair player, if he attends to business,” remarked Larry. “I don’t want my personal grievances to hurt the team.”