“Fine! Then you come over Wednesday, and we’ll try it again. You did very well the other day.”
“Did I really? Gee, but there’s a lot to put down, isn’t there? Caspar’s got six games arranged for the team. Loring says if I’m scorer they’ll take me with them when they go away to play.”
That was really no news to Dick, since it was at his suggestion that Loring had made the offer. But he pretended to be surprised and interested, and said all he could to encourage Harold to learn to score. And Harold became so enthusiastic that he walked over to the trolley car with Dick, talking volubly all the way.
“I wish you’d make a real try at those lessons to-day, Harold,” Dick said, at parting. “Won’t you?”
Harold grinned noncommittingly.
But the next morning he went through with flying colors, and when Dick complimented him he laughed. “Gee, I can get that stuff all right if I want to,” he said carelessly. “It’s easy.”
“Why don’t you, then?”
“Aw, what’s the use? I’d rather play around, anyway.”
“Don’t you want to go to Rifle Point, Harold?”
“I guess so. I don’t care much. If I do, Loring will be always bossing me about. I’d rather go somewhere else, I guess.”