“Rotten coaching,” Tubby growled. “They’ve got a fellow named Payson for Head Coach and he’s no good. A conceited chap who thinks he’s the whole show. He doesn’t know enough about football to coach a girls’ school!”
“Do you play?” asked Dan suspiciously. Tubby shook his head.
“No, not on your life! I know how, all right, but there’s no use trying to make the team here unless you’re a swell or a particular friend of Payson’s.”
“Oh, then you don’t think there’s any use in my trying for the team?” Dan asked.
“You!” Tubby and Jake viewed him derisively. “You’d have about as much show as—as—”
“As I would,” Jake assisted.
Dan looked at Jake’s thin, flat-chested figure and tried not to smile. But he wasn’t wholly successful and Jake flushed.
“Oh, you may have the build all right,” he said, “but it takes more than that to get on the team here. Payson won’t pay any attention to a fellow unless he’s had a lot of experience.”
“Well, I’ve had three or four years of it,” said Dan.