"Came to see you on a little business, Dixon," volunteered the Wee One, as he took a seat over by the fireplace.
"Indeed! You came at a bad time. I'm trying to get back work done."
"Sorry we disturb you, but it's important. This is my friend, Frank Armstrong."
Chip nodded curtly. "Yes, I've seen him before. He hasn't been here very long, has he? Quite an infant, so to speak," and a sneer played on his face.
"No, he hasn't been here very long, but he's going to stay a long while, and may grow up to quarterback of the School eleven or something like that, or make something better," retorted the Wee One, who now that the battle was in sight was rather enjoying the preliminary skirmishes.
"Well, what's your business?" said Chip, roughly. "I don't want to appear rude, but I've got a lot of work to do before I go to bed. Football takes most all a fellow's time just about now."
"It was about football that we came over to see you," said Frank, speaking now for the first time.
"Is that so? It's a little late to be going out for the squad," said Dixon, "and, besides that, I'm not the captain."
"I'm aware of that," retorted Frank, "and I'm not going out for the squad this year. We are interested in a fellow who is now on the squad."
"What do you think of Jimmy Turner, that young Freshman who has been showing up so well lately?" broke in the Wee One.