"Well, get in there, you old liar, you've got the sand all right."
Pebbles, with a delighted whoop, sprang into line. Then Fire Crackers and Jock stopped before a trim, cleanly-built boy with a suit that looked worthy.
"You're Francis, ain't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Played half?"
"Yes, sir."
"What do you weigh?"
"One hundred and fifty, stripped, sir."
"Take right half."
Francis, quickly, but with an air of ease, took his place. Only one position remained vacant, left end. Hasbrouck glanced over the squad of slight, overgrown boys, and his eye by a process of elimination, rested on Moore, standing stiff and immaculate.