“Oh, it’s easy enough for you to talk! You haven’t lost your place on the team!”
“Yes, I suppose that does queer you there,” mused Dan. “Still, you’ve got three years yet, Gerald, and what does it matter if you don’t make a dormitory team this year? Just you practice all you can and then, maybe, next year you can get on the Varsity. And that’s more than I’ve been able to do!”
“I don’t want to wait until next year,” answered Gerald irritably. “I want to play now. And I don’t think it’s fair to say I can’t play just because Kilts insulted me, and I answered back. And what’s more, I won’t stand it!”
“I’m afraid you’ll have to,” replied Dan impatiently. “It’s no use going to Toby; he always stands by Collins.”
“I don’t intend to go to Toby,” replied Gerald.
“That’s right,” said Dan cheerfully. “Buck up and take your medicine. Have you written your father to-day?”
“No.”
“You’re going to, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know,” muttered Gerald.