“You’re likely to get in before I do,” said Hoop. “Brooks is bound to play every game through, while as for Sandy, although Truesdale will play all around him, he’s no quitter. But Griffin at right guard gets hurt easily. When you do get in it will be to replace him, Cal. Dutch doesn’t know how to get hurt, so you needn’t look for his place.”
“I suppose we’re bound to get into one of the games, aren’t we?” Cal asked.
“Sure. We may get into them all for awhile. You can’t tell. Brooks might lay off part of Saturday’s game so as to save himself up; he would if the game went our way, I guess. Then I’d get my whack at it. I’m crazy to get up against that duffer Williams of the Hall. He always plays high and I’ll bet I can get right through him.”
“I cal’late I’d be kind of scared if they did put me in,” said Cal.
“Rot! You wouldn’t either! You’d forget all about being scared after the first play. When the other chap is trying to pull you on your nose or walk up your spine you haven’t time to think whether you’re scared or not. Gee, I’ll be sorry when the season’s over!”
“What do they do here in winter, Hoop?”
“Oh, play hockey a good deal. We had a fine team last winter. I don’t play myself; can’t skate worth a hang; never seemed to be able to learn how. Do you?”
“Yes, I learned when I was about eight, I guess. I’ve never played hockey, though. Is it hard?”
“Yes, it is. We play basket-ball, too. That’s good fun. West House won the School Championship last year; beat East House and First and Second Hall. I played.”
“No wonder you won, then,” laughed Cal. Hoop grinned.