“Oh, all right, I guess. I told you he had a grudge against me, didn’t I, because he says I used to haze him when he was a youngster?”
“Yes, but of course you didn’t really do such a thing,” laughed Harry.
“You dry up! I dare say I did tease him a bit; he was such a milksop, you see. But I think it’s mighty small of him to remember it all this time!”
“Yes, I suppose so, but—oh, I don’t know; he seems sort of funny in some ways, don’t you think?”
“Yes, he’s woozy, the silly dub! And I know all the time that he’s sort of laughing at me up his sleeve because I told him not to be disappointed if he didn’t make the team.”
“Did you tell him that?” laughed Harry.
“Yes; I didn’t want him to think he could get on just because he roomed with the captain; you know lots of fellows would have thought that.”
“Ye-es, but I don’t think Dana’s that kind.”
“Maybe not; I know he isn’t, in fact. But I didn’t then. Gee but he can play!”
“You’d better believe it, Bert! I’ll bet he’ll turn out the best end in years. Why, the chap can run like a gale of wind, and as for putting his man out—” Words failed him. “Well, I’m glad you two are chummy; it makes it better, eh?”