“Preliminary football practice to-morrow,” announced Phil one afternoon, as he came in from the gymnasium and found Tom and Sid studying.
“That’s good!” cried Tom. “Are you going to try, Sid?”
“Not this year. I’ve got to buckle down to studies, I guess. Baseball is about all I can stand.”
“I hear Langridge is out of it, too,” said Phil. “His uncle has put a ban on it. He’s got to make good in lessons this term.”
“Well, I think the team will be better off without him,” commented Sid. “Not that he’s a poor player, but he won’t train properly, and that has a bad effect on the other fellows. It’s not fair to them, either. Look what he did in baseball. We’d have lost the championship if it hadn’t been for Tom.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” modestly spoke the hero of the pitching box.
“Well, turn out in football togs to-morrow,” went on Phil. “By the way, I hear that Langridge’s new freshman friend—Gerhart—is going to try for quarter-back against me.”
“What! that fellow who was with him when we were moving our sofa in?” asked Tom.
“That’s the one.”
“Humph! Doesn’t look as if he was heavy enough for football,” commented Sid.