“Looking for a job?” said the coach, shaking hands. “What sort of a job, my boy?”
Hugh reddened. “I’d like to get back on the second, sir,” he explained embarrassedly. “You see, I was getting on fairly well until I went on probation, and——”
“Oh, yes, Hanrihan mentioned you, I think. Ordway, is it?”
“Yes, sir. I thought maybe you might let me have another try, Mr. Crowley, if you know what——”
“Are you square with the office now?” demanded the other.
“Not today, sir, but I shall be by Friday, I fancy.”
“Then you come and see me Friday, Ordway.”
“Thank you.”
“But don’t come unless you can play. And if you do come”—and here Mr. Crowley scowled fearsomely—“see that you stay. We haven’t any room for cut-ups on the team, Ordway. You won’t be of any use to me unless you can stay straight with the faculty.” Mr. Crowley dismissed Hugh and his affairs with a nod and turned back to Mr. Smiley. Hugh dropped out of hearing and presently the master rejoined him.
“Are you going to watch the scrimmage?” asked the latter. “If so, suppose we sit down over there. Your friend at court seems to have provided for you, after all. I’m glad you’re to get back.”