“But—”
“If you can’t do that I want you to say so and I’ll accept your resignation from the squad.”
“But I’m not on the squad!” exclaimed Dan.
“Not what?”
“I’m not on the squad, sir! I guess you’ve forgotten. You dropped me, Mr. Payson.”
“I dropped you? Nothing of the sort, Vinton! I posted a list on the board Monday afternoon. You should have read it.”
“I did read it,” answered Dan, smiling. “My name wasn’t on it.” Mr. Payson looked nonplussed.
“Are you certain?” he asked.
“You bet I am! I read it three or four times, sir.”
“Well, I don’t see how that happened,” mused the coach. “I meant to put you down. Then it was my fault. I’m glad. I was afraid you were going to turn out to be one of those fair-weather chaps who don’t like to come out when the grass is wet or the wind is blowing. I’m sorry I made such a fool blunder. But you be on hand to-morrow, Vinton; don’t forget. Glad you got out of your scrape as well as you did yesterday. You might have got pretty well singed from what I hear. You’d better come over to training table to-morrow. Good night.”