“Can some of that, and save it for the Newkirk game,” suggested Woodhouse, with a grin. “Now I’ve thought it all over, and I’ve decided that I’ll put Sam Looper in Bricktop’s place at left guard, and——”
“’Rah for the Snail!” shouted the irrepressible Bean.
“Oh, I can be quick enough when I want to,” declared Sam, his face shining with delight at the honor that had come to him unsought. He had practiced hard on the scrub, and while he was not a bright and shining light, he had grit and stamina, and was very strong. There were some doubtful looks over his selection, but everyone was willing to admit that while he was not as good as Bricktop, he might do after some gruelling practice.
“And to fill Kerr’s place I’ll name Pete Backus,” went on the captain.
“’Rah for Grasshopper!” cried Bean. “He’ll jump over their heads and make a touchdown.”
“Quiet!” begged Mr. Lighton, for there was a pandemonium of yells and laughter at this.
“And I want Pete to jump into plays when he has the ball,” continued Kindlings. “Do you approve of those selections, Mr. Lighton?”
“Certainly, Woodhouse. I only want to say that of course it all depends on how these new candidates make out in practice.”
“Oh, sure,” assented the captain. “They’ve got to make good, or we’ll put some one else in. You understand that, Pete and Sam.”