“Yes, those western fellows are big and strong,” put in Jerry Jackson.
“Oh, you can’t tell anything about it,” said Dan, despairingly. “A new fellow can’t be broken in at this late day. I’ll have to depend on some of the scrub. Who else is coming to Randall? Do either of you twins know?”
“I heard Proc. Zane talking to Moses about some new students who were going to enter,” replied Jerry, “but Simpson is the only one whose name I heard mentioned.”
“Come on, then,” urged Dan. “We’ll go see the coach. Maybe he has someone in mind, and you can stay on a few days and help break him in, Bricktop.”
“Sure, I’ll stay as long as I can,” agreed the Irish lad. “It ought to be easy to get someone to work in at left guard, where I play.”
“We can’t get anyone to beat you,” spoke Dan, sincerely. “Well, I’m going.”
“If you see our old armchair walking around the campus, send it home,” requested Phil, earnestly.
“Sure!” chorused his chums.
“Seriously though, fellows,” said Tom, when the delegation had left the room, “we’ve got to do something. Let’s go out and make some inquiries. It was a nervy thing for anyone to do, to come in here and carry off our chair. I don’t believe it was any freshmen.”
“Neither do I,” agreed Phil. “Wait until I dress and I’ll be with you.”