“Um; yes; but the two sciences are widely opposed. I’ve never known a football man who could swing a golf club decently. Football seems to—to deaden the sensibilities, whatever those may be, Curt. And a man must have sensibilities to play a good game of golf. However, if you are really determined, come with me.”
“Where?” asked Kendall as Ned jumped up and rescued his cap from the floor.
“To see Vinton. If there’s a chance for you he will tell you.”
“Oh, but I wouldn’t like to do that, Ned!”
“You’ll do as I tell you! I’m going to make something out of you or bust. If you won’t be a golfer you shall be a footballer. Come on and I’ll make arrangements.”
[CHAPTER XVII]
UNDER THE MANAGEMENT OF MR. TOOKER
“Vinton, I want to present to you Mr. Bendall Kurtis,” announced Ned. “Mr. Kurtis desires to join your aggregation of thugs and pursue the agile pigskin across the—the verdant meed. Not bad, what?”
They had found Dan alone in Number 28, studying some new plays which were to be taught to the team that week.