“He’s going out for the team!”
“What team?”
“Football!”
“Never!”
“He is! Honest injun, Tom!”
“Not Kitty!”
“Kitty!”
“Whoops!” Tom’s chair went over with a crash and he flew to the hall. “Fellows! Pete! Stacey! Everybody this way!”
“Shut up!” came a wail from the closed door of Pete Greenough’s room. But Stacey answered, and he and Tad tumbled into the hall. “What’s up? Where’s the fire?” asked Tad.
“News, fellows! Glorious news! Kitty——”