“A—a what?” asked Dan politely.
“An application blank; to fill out.”
“Oh, an application blank,” responded Dan, trying to disguise his puzzlement. “I see. Now what kind of an application blank? What is it you want to apply for?”
“Why, I—I want to play football,” explained Kendall.
“I’ve got you now,” said Dan gravely, fearing to glance at Gerald, who had turned his face away from the boy at the door. “Sit down, won’t you?”
Kendall closed the door behind him carefully and took the nearest chair. “I don’t know as you want any more players?” he observed questioningly.
“We surely do,” replied Dan heartily. “We want all the players we can get. By the way, let me introduce you to my roommate, Mr. Pennimore.”
“Glad to meet you,” said Gerald after a supreme struggle with his voice. “We—er—we were talking football when you came.”
“You’ve played before?” asked Dan.
Kendall shook his head. “No, sir, but I thought I’d like to learn how.”