“Forming that track team. I’m going to be captain of it, you know. Roy’s captain of the hockey team and you’re captain of the nine, and I’ve got to be captain of something, myself.”
“Do you really mean that you’re going to try and get up a team?” asked Roy.
“Yes, and I want you fellows to help me. Will you?”
“Sure,” cried Chub. “It’s a good scheme, Dick. I’ll wager there are lots of fellows here who will be pleased purple to join.”
“Will you?”
“Me? Why, I can’t do anything.”
“How do you know? I dare say you can run bases, and if you can do that maybe you can sprint. And Roy ought to make a good distance runner. You say he was in the Cross Country last fall.”
“I’ll join,” said Roy. “I don’t suppose I can do anything, but I’m willing to try.”
“Same here,” said Chub. “And while we’re about it, let’s start a few other things. We haven’t got a croquet club, nor a sewing circle, you know.”