"Let's see what you can do."
Stover caught the ball tossed and put all his strength into a kick that went high but short.
"Try another."
The second and third attempts were no better.
"Well, that's pretty punk," said Tompkins. "Dana wants to give you a try on the second. Run over now and report. Oh, Stover!"
Dink halted, to see Tompkins' caustic scrutiny fixed on him.
"Yes, sir."
"Stover, just one word for your good. You come up with a big prep school reputation. Don't make an ass of yourself. Understand; don't get a swelled head. That's all."
"Precious little danger of that here," said Dink a little rebelliously to himself, as he jogged over to the benches where the varsity subs were camped. Le Baron waved him a recognition, but no more. It was as if the gesture meant:
"I've started you. Now stand on your own feet. Don't look to me for help."