"That's so. We lost but four by graduation. They were some o' the best in the bunch, though. 'Tis queer how the ones that is gone is always the best, ain't it? Who was this feller you was talkin' to?"
"His name is Miller. Do you know him? I suppose you must, though."
"Miller? Do you mean Andy Miller?"
"I don't know. He didn't tell us his other name."
"The initials were A. L. M., though," reminded Tom.
"That's right. Is he a pretty good player?"
"He does fairly well," answered Danny Moore carelessly. "Not that I pay much heed to him, though. I see him around sometimes. I wouldn't think much of what he tells you, though. I don't. If you see him I'd be obliged if you'd tell him that."
But there was a twinkle in Danny's eye and Steve resolved to tell Miller no such thing. "What position does he play?" he asked.
Danny frowned thoughtfully. "It might be end, right or left. I forget. I pay no heed to the likes o' him. He's only the captain, d'ye see?"
"Captain!" exclaimed the two boys startledly, eyeing each other in amazement.