"Best player I ever played against had no right on a football field."
"But one hundred and thirty-five!"
"Yes, that's pretty light."
"What the deuce were you chinning so long about?" said Cheyenne Baxter to Dink, as he came joyfully into the squad.
"Captain wanted just a bit of general expert advice from me," said Dink defiantly. "I've promised to help out."
The squad, dividing, practiced starts. Stover held his own, being naturally quick; and though Flash Condit and Charlie DeSoto distanced him, still he earned a good word for his performances.
Presently Mr. Ware came up with a ball and, with a few words of introduction, started them to falling on it as it bounded grotesquely over the ground, calling them from the ranks by name.
"Hard at it, Stevens."
"Dive at it."
"Don't stop till you get it."