Bert shook his head. “No, I never tried it. Do you?”
“Yes, and if Ben was fair he’d give me a chance on the House Team. I can play a heap better than Cupples.”
“Won’t he let you play?” asked Bert.
“No, I’m a junior. All juniors are good for is to run errands and fetch and carry. It makes me tired.”
“I guess it’s going to make me tired, too, pretty soon,” said Bert. “Seems to me I’ve been on the go for Holden or Gardner about every minute since I got here.”
Lanny nodded. “Yes, they always take it out of a new fellow. Good work, Dick!” They had stopped at the barrier beyond which, on the smooth surface of hard ice, the House Hockey Team was practising, and Lanny’s shout of praise had been elicited by a clever stop at goal by Dick Gardner. “He’s a dandy goal-tend,” explained Lanny. “Never gets rattled for a minute.”
“What has he got on his legs?” asked Bert.
“Leg-guards. That puck is pretty hard when it hits. There’s Small over there; and Kid, too. Let’s go over.”
But at that moment Ben Holden, swinging by, caught sight of the two boys and skated up to the boards.