“That’s right—the gridiron has the call just now. Jove, how I want to play!” and Ricky danced about in the excess of his good spirits.
“What are you going in for?” asked Joe of Hank Heller.
“I’d like to make the crew, but I don’t suppose I have much chance. I’ll have to wait, as you will.”
“If I can get on the glee club, I’m satisfied,” remarked Slim Jones. “That’s about all I’m fit for,” he added, with a whimsical smile. “How about you, Spike? Can you play anything?”
“The Jewsharp and mouthorgan. Have they any such clubs here?”
“No!” exclaimed Ricky. “But what’s the matter with you trying for the eleven? You’ve got the build.”
“It isn’t in my line. I’m like Joe here. I like the diamond best.”
“Do you?” cried our hero, delighted to find that his room-mate had the same ambition as himself. “Where do you play?”
“Well, I have been catching for some time.”