Jim, who had climbed to his feet, looked somewhat embarrassed.
“Why—er—I only told Endicott that I might like to try—”
“Of course! That’s the spirit! You’ve played a good bit, haven’t you?”
“No, not much,” answered Jim modestly. “I really don’t—”
“In the line, I suppose?”
“Well, yes, when I played, but I never—”
“Fine! We need linemen, Hazard. You report to me to-morrow and I’ll put you to work. There’s going to be a cut in a day or two and then we’ll have some of these dubs out of the way. Don’t forget! Three-thirty!”
And away hurried Sargent, leaving Jim flushed and uncomfortable and Jeffrey visibly amused.
“Now what shall I do?” asked Jim ruefully. “He evidently thinks I’m a regular Hogan of a lineman. I wonder what Poke did tell him! Why, hang it, Jeff, I don’t even know this year’s rules!”