“He’s still trying to boss you? Kick him in the shins, Gerald. Why won’t he let you?”
“Because,” replied Dan, “Mr. Pennimore is on the Cross-Country Team and they need his services more than we do.”
“You don’t know, Dan,” laughed Gerald. “I may have the making of a great football player in me.”
“Better stick to your trade, though,” said Tom. “How’s the Cross-Country Team coming on?”
“Hard at it every afternoon now,” Gerald answered. “We’ve got a dandy string of runners this year, fellows. Broadwood won’t have a look-in.”
“Larry Goodyear’s captain, isn’t he?” asked Arthur.
“Yes. He wants to get Nordham to come in and make it a three-cornered race this year. I wish she would.”
“Won’t she?” asked Dan.
“I don’t know yet. They haven’t answered Goodyear’s letter. Say, Arthur, Harry’s doing pretty well. I suppose he told you he finished eighth yesterday?”
“He said something like that but I didn’t believe him.”