"Sure," said Danny. "An' why not?"
"Er—there's no reason," replied Steve, "only—he didn't say anything about being captain."
"And why would he be after incriminating himself?" Danny demanded.
The boys digested this news in silence for a moment. Then,
"Does that fellow who was just in here play?" asked Tom.
"He does. He plays right guard, and he plays it well. I'll say that for him. Well, it's catchin' no fish I am sittin' here gassin' with you fellers. Make yourselves to home. I must be gettin' on."
"I guess we'll go, too," said Steve.
They followed the trainer up the stairway to the hall above. There he pulled a bunch of keys from his pocket and unlocked the big front door for them. "Now, look at that, will you?" he exclaimed in amazement as he turned a small key over between his fingers. "I wouldn't be surprised if that key would fit them lockers down there. Ain't that a pity, an' him wantin' it all the time?"
The boys smiled and agreed gravely that it was. Danny sighed, shook his head and dropped the keys back into his pocket. "If you have trouble with him," he said to Steve, "hit for his head, boy, for you'll make no impression on the body of him."
"Thanks, but I don't expect he will bother me again."