“First rate, thank you.”
“You gave up football, didn’t you? You know you were quite full of it a while ago.”
“Yes, I—that is—”
“He’s going to try again to-morrow,” said Dan. “That is, if I can convince Staniford that he needs another sub. Tooker has accepted the position of Burtis’s press agent and manager.”
“I should think he’d make a good one,” said Gerald, with a smile.
“One of the best,” agreed Ned. “After the football season is over I shall be at leisure again. Anything needed in my line?”
“No, I think not,” laughed Gerald.
After Ned and Kendall had taken their departures, which they did a few minutes later, Gerald turned a puzzled face to Dan.
“What did you mean by saying that Burtis was going to try again?” he asked.
“I meant,” replied Dan ruefully, “that that idiot Tooker came in here with Burtis and hypnotized me into promising to get Burtis on the Second Team if I could. Don’t ask me how it happened, because I don’t know. But one thing I do know,” he added as he took up the diagrams again, “and that is that Tooker can talk you out of house and home. I was afraid all the time he was here that he would decide to make Burtis captain, and that I’d have to resign.”