“Did you win your big game?” asked Harry.
“No,” Hansel answered carelessly. “We lost that; lost plenty of others, too, for that matter. But we were pretty light, had no coach, and had to pay our own traveling expenses besides; that made it difficult, for lots of the fellows couldn’t afford to pay fares, and so when we went away from home it was mighty hard work to get a full eleven to go along.”
Bert glanced across at Harry with a “I-told-you-so” expression.
“Yes, that must have made it hard,” laughed Harry. “Well, you must come out for the team to-morrow. By the way, where did you play?”
“Last year at left end; before that at right half.”
“That’s bad,” said Bert. “We’re pretty well fixed in the back field and we’ve got slathers of candidates for the end positions. What we need are men for the line. But I guess you’d be too light there. What’s your weight?”
“A hundred and fifty-eight when I’m in shape.”
“Well, maybe you’d have chance at tackle,” said Bert dubiously.
“Don’t believe I could make good there,” answered Hansel. “I guess it’s end or nothing in my case. By the way, when do we get supper?”
“Six,” answered Harry.