“Were you on the Second?”
“Yes, sir, for awhile.”
“Think you could go in there now and put that ball over the goal for us?”
Kendall looked and shook his head slowly.
“I—I don’t believe so, sir,” he faltered.
Mr. Payson shrugged his shoulders and glanced at Mr. Dana.
“Thought so,” he said.
“Wait a minute,” said Mr. Dana as the coach turned his attention to the field again. “What do you mean, Kendall?” he asked sternly. “The ball’s on the twenty-eight yards. That’s not a hard kick.”
“No, sir, only I—I’ve never tried to kick in a real game, and—”
“You’re afraid!” sneered Mr. Dana. “I thought you had some spunk!” Kendall colored and stared miserably before him. “Do you mean that you’d rather see Broadwood win than go out there and try to make an easy goal like that!”