“You are now, but you weren’t. Signals! 9—11——”
“I haven’t moved an inch!”
“Well, do it now then. Move a couple of hundred inches and get out of here.” Dick looked around for someone to take Halden’s place, but there were no followers today. Halden had turned very red and now he stepped up to Dick sputtering.
“You can’t put me off, you smart Aleck! I was put here by Driscoll and I’ll stay until he tells me to go. You think you’re the whole thing, don’t you? How do you get that way? You make me sick!”
Dick made no answer, but he watched Halden closely, for the boy was quite evidently in a fighting mood. It was Davis who came to the rescue by slipping out of his place in the line and inserting himself suddenly between Halden and Dick.
“Sure, he’s got a right to fire you, Sandy, and you’re fired! So beat it!” Davis pushed Sandy playfully away. “Bates is boss, son.”
“He is not! He’s no more on this squad than I am! Quit shoving me, Short!”
“Driscoll is looking over here,” warned Showers uneasily. “Let’s get at it, fellows.”
“Right you are,” responded Davis, jumping into his place again. “Let her go, Bates!”
“I must have another half-back,” answered Dick, looking about.