“That so? I guess I could stand it if they’d let me play. What do you do to get on the team? Just go to the captain and tell him you want to play?” Towne grinned delightedly at the new boy’s simplicity for an instant, and then, banishing his smile quickly, nodded. “Yes,” he replied carelessly, “just see the captain and tell him. And, by the way, it’s a good plan to see him pretty soon; so many fellows want places, you know; they might be all gone by the time you get there. See?” “Yes, thank you. I guess I’d better find him the first thing in the morning. I wasn’t sure whether that was the way you did it. At the meeting to-night they said something about reporting on the field, and I thought maybe――” “What’s the good of waiting until morning?” asked Towne, hiding his pleasure under a grave face. “Vinton rooms just down the corridor; Number 28; why don’t you run down there now and put in your application?” “Would it be all right?” asked Kendall doubtfully. “I don’t want to seem fresh, you know.” “Of course it’s all right! Didn’t you hear them saying to-night that they wanted all the fellows they could get? Ever played the game?” “No, not yet. Maybe he won’t want me.” “Never fear! It’s new――er――new material they’re always looking for. Take my advice, Burtis, and get in your application early. Have you got a blank?” “A blank? What kind of a blank?” “Why, an application blank, of course; to write down your name and age and so on, and what position on the team you’d like to have.” “No, could I get one to-night?” Towne looked doubtful, and finally shook his head. “Not to-night, I’m afraid. Unless――unless Vinton has one he’ll let you have. You could ask him, you know. And anyhow it won’t matter, I guess. The main thing is to let him know as soon as possible. You could fill out your blank to-morrow.” “Yes, I could do that,” responded Kendall eagerly. “You don’t think he’d mind my seeing him now, as late as this?” “Late! Why, it’s only a little after nine. That isn’t late. Don’t you worry about his minding, Burtis; he will be tickled to find another fellow for the team. You see there’s a good deal of difficulty here in getting candidates enough. I daresay he will sleep better for knowing that you’re going to help him out.” Kendall looked at Towne a bit doubtfully, but the latter’s countenance was so innocent that his misgivings passed and he pulled his jacket down and smoothed his hair. “I――I guess I will, then,” he murmured. “What did you say his name was? Winton?” “No, Vinton; most of the fellows call him Dan, but you can do as you like about that.” “Gosh, I couldn’t do that!” exclaimed Kendall. “All right. Twenty-eight’s the number. Down the hall to the right; last room on the other side.” “Thanks,” said Kendall, giving a last tug at his sleeves. “I hope he won’t think I’m――fresh.”