“I see.” Kendall nodded thoughtfully. “Maybe I won’t be good enough, then.”
“You can’t tell,” said Dan kindly. “I’ve known inexperienced fellows to make good the first year. Some fellows are natural-born football players.”
“Yes,” Kendall agreed. “I guess that’s the way with me.” He was recalling Mr. Dana’s prophecy. “Anyway, I’d like to try it, and I’ll be on hand surely. And I’m much obliged to you.”
“Not at all. And come around again in a day or two and let me know how you’re getting on, will you?”
“Thanks. And the—the application blank. Where could I find one to-morrow? And what do I do with it when it’s filled out?”
There was a brief silence in the room. Then Dan said gently:
“I guess someone has been having a joke on you. We don’t have application blanks to fill out. If you want to try for the team you just come out and report on the field.”
“Oh!” Kendall flushed. “He said—”
“Who told you that?” asked Gerald sharply.