"Well, Clint says that Claflin played two fellows on her team last year who weren't eligible. What were their names, Clint?"
"Ainsmith and Kenney," replied Clint unhesitatingly.
"Ainsmith!" exclaimed Dreer. "Kenney! Say, you don't know what you're talking about, Thayer!"
"That's what I told him," said Amy eagerly. "They were all right, weren't they? Clint says that last year was their first at Claflin and that they didn't have any right to play on the team."
"Rot! Ainsmith's been at Claflin two years and Kenney three. Where'd you get that dope, Thayer?"
"I heard it and I think I'm right," said Clint stubbornly.
"You can't be," persisted Amy. "Dreer went to Claflin last year, and he knows, don't you, Dreer?"
"Of course I know! Besides, Claflin doesn't do that sort of thing, Thayer. It doesn't have to! You'd better turn over; you're on your back!"
"That's what I heard," persisted Clint.
"You're wrong!" Dreer laughed contemptuously. "Whoever told you that stuff was stringing you. Well, I must get a move on. I've got a ten o'clock."