“Oh, we haven’t started yet,” answered Rob quietly. “Our coach comes Monday and after that things will take a brace. One thing we need, Gus, is a good guard. You’d better think it over.”
Devens stared.
“Meaning me? I’d look nice, wouldn’t I, throwing up my place and leaving the Second in the lurch in the middle of the season? You must be dippy, Rob.”
“N—no, I don’t think so. I guess they’d find some one else to take your place. You’ve been trying for the First for three years and you’ve got as far as captain of the Second. Maybe, if you stay where you are, they’ll take you on the First next year as a sub. Depends who falls heir to the captaincy, I suppose. You come over here and you can have a guard position and next year—”
“What about next year?” asked Gus curiously.
“You won’t tell?”
“No.”
“Next year, then, you’ll find yourself on the First.”
“How do you mean?”
“I mean that this will be the First next year, of course.”