“Do I understand, Jim,” he asked, “that you could play if you passed an examination?”
“Yes, sir, I suppose so. That’s what Mr. Gordon wired, you know.”
“Do they—er—need you, do you think?”
“They seem to think so,” answered Jim. “They want a fellow to take Parker’s place.”
“Well—well—” Mr. Hanks’ eyes snapped behind the thick lenses of his glasses—“do you think you could pass an examination now?”
“Now!” exclaimed Jim. “Why—why—do you mean—”
“I mean now!” repeated Mr. Hanks crisply.
“Yes, sir!”
“Then I’ll examine you, and if you pass—”
“Jeff,” cried Jim, as he jumped to his feet, “run over and tell Johnny to find some one to take my place with the line. Tell him [I’m taking my exam!] Tell him to get me some togs and I’ll be ready to play in—” He stopped and looked at Mr. Hanks.