"Stover from Lawrenceville?" said Dana.
"Yes, sir."
The captain's eye measured him carefully, taking in the wiry, spare frame, the heavy shoulders, and the nervous hands, and then stayed on the clean-cut jaw, the direct blue glance, and the rebellious rise of sandy hair.
"End, of course," he said at last.
"Yes, sir."
"About a hundred and fifty-four?"
"One hundred and fifty, sir, stripped."
"Ever played in the back field?"
"No, sir."
"Report with the varsity squad to-morrow."