“How long since we won a game?” asked Dutch.
“Three years,” answered Spud.
“What do you know about it? You weren’t here,” said Sandy. Sanderson was sixteen and, being the oldest boy in West House, was House Leader and thereby privileged to administer rebuke. Spud grinned.
“Neither were you, Sandy,” he replied amiably.
“Didn’t say I was. And I don’t talk as though I knew it all, Spud.”
“Well, it’s time we won again,” said Dutch, breaking in on what threatened to develop into one of the periodical disputes between the two.
“Sounds all right,” said The Fungus, “but how you going to do it? It isn’t fair, anyway. The Hall’s got thirty-eight fellows to pick from and the Houses only have twenty-two. Besides, we get more than our share of Second Juniors nowadays. Here’s this fellow Parker, and I heard that East House is getting two of them.”
“Don’t believe that,” said Dutch. “Brad Miller told me they were only getting three new boys altogether.”
“Three! They’re getting seven!” said Sandy. “And we’re getting two and Hall’s getting six. There are fifteen new boys this Fall. Jim told me.”
“Anyhow, Hall’s lost Morgan and Chase and Purdy this year,” exulted Hoop, “and that’ll leave them hipped.”