"Who?" asked Sparker.
"Charlie Blake, for one; Clifton for another."
"Add Alfred Boggs for a third. Oh, yes; Nat and Hackett'll know how to get some of 'em going."
"I shouldn't mind being knocked down again if it were only time for that game to be played," sighed the first junior. "Wouldn't surprise me a bit if Nat gave our crowd an awful lacing."
CHAPTER VI
THE FIRST GAME
"I declare, Bob Somers, I feel a bit nervous about this thing."
Charlie Blake, the most studious boy in the Kingswood High, often referred to as the "grind," paced a corner of the gymnasium floor.
"Oh, forget it!" laughed Bob. "Pull yourself together, Charlie."