“Why don’t you mention it to Maury? He’s your captain, isn’t he?” Gerald nodded. “He might see Bendix about it. I think myself that you fellows ought to get something in the way of letters. As you say, it’s just as important as basket ball.”
“I thought perhaps I’d get my Y,” said Gerald.
“And you were disappointed, eh? Is that it? Well, cheer up. You’ll get your Y soon enough. You want to remember that as it is now you can only get it in football, baseball, track or hockey.”
“Could I get it in hockey?” asked Gerald eagerly.
“Yes, if you made the team and played against Broadwood,” replied Dan with a smile. “But you’re rather young yet to talk about getting your Y, Gerald.”
“I’m fifteen. Stevenson is not much older and he has his. He got it on the track team.”
“He’s the fellow that jumps, isn’t he?”
“He hurdles.”
“Well, Stevenson is at least a year older than you are, chum. I tell you what, though; you ought to be able to get your C this winter if you make the dormitory hockey team.”