"Why not? You look pretty solid. Can you run?"
"Not very fast. Ferris said I wouldn't have any show at all and so I thought I'd ask you; you seemed to know about football."
"Did I? How could you tell?" asked Roy surprisedly.
"Oh, by the way you—went at it," answered the other vaguely.
"Oh, I see. Who's Ferris?"
"S-sh!" The small youth lowered his voice. "That's he next to you; Otto Ferris. He's trying for half-back. He almost made it last year."
"Is he on the crew?" asked Roy.
"Yes, Number Three. He's a particular chum of Burlen's."
"You don't say? And who's Burlen?"
The other's features expressed surprise and something very much like pain.