“That’s the cheese!” said Maxwell. “I’ve told Siebold all along he ought to replace me.”
“Who is this wonderful guy?” asked Siebold.
“I’ll bet it’s that other fellow from Freeport,” put in one of the captain’s staunch supporters.
“Call it off in that case,” Siebold demanded.
“No, we won’t call it off. We’ll try him at practice,” said Sadler.
“Who’s captain of this team? We’ll play in our present positions, all of us, or we won’t play at all.”
“That’s right,” echoed two or three followers. Bill laughed.
“Will you accept a challenge to play a school scrub team?”
“No, nor that. Waste of time——”
“That’s nothing but silly stubbornness,” said Sadler, with rising wrath. “Wouldn’t it be just like practice? You’re a fatheaded——”