“Of course. Well, you come out to the field to-morrow afternoon at four o’clock and report to Mr. Payson. He’s our coach. Have you any togs?”
“Togs?”
“Yes, football clothes; canvas pants and jacket, you know; and shoes.”
“No, sir, but I guess I can get some if they don’t cost too much.”
“Well, they aren’t very expensive. Still, if I were you, I’d just put on an old suit of everyday things to-morrow. Maybe you won’t like the game after you’ve tried it. In that case you’ll have saved yourself the price of your football togs.”
“I guess that would be best, but I’m pretty sure I’ll like football. That’s why I came to see you to-night. I was afraid if I waited until morning all the places might be taken.”
Gerald had a bad attack of coughing just then, and Dan became very busy looking for something on the table which he didn’t find.
“Oh, no fear of that,” he replied finally. “You see, Curtis—”
“My name’s Burtis,” corrected Kendall gravely.
“I beg your pardon, Burtis. You see, we award places on the team by competition. That is, we give every fellow a chance to show what he can do and then we take the best of them for the team. Every fellow who wants to can come out and try. Of course, you’ll understand that those who have played the game before have rather the better chance of being retained.”