“What was the matter yesterday, Boland?” he began with a frown. “Why didn’t you show up at practice?”
“I’ve decided not to play football,” answered Cal calmly.
Brooksie stared.
“You—you’ve what?” he demanded.
“I’ve decided not to play any more,” Cal repeated less assuredly.
“Oh, you have?” said the captain sarcastically. “Why?”
“Well, I don’t think I’m cut out for the game, for one thing. It’s pretty hard work, too.”
“Go ahead,” said Brooks, “you’re doing fine. What else?”
“I haven’t anything to wear.”