Boarding schools -- Juvenile fiction; Hockey -- Juvenile fiction; Teenage boys -- Juvenile fiction
Toby’s laughter was interrupted by Captain Crowell, who called for
attention. “There won’t be any practice this afternoon, fellows,”
announced Crowell. “And I don’t believe there will be any more until
we get the rink ready. We’re going to do that to-morrow afternoon.
Every one be on hand as near three as possible so we can get the work
done before dark. It doesn’t take long if we all show up. If any of
you fellows develop colds between now and then you needn’t report
again. We don’t want fellows on the teams who are as delicate as that.”
Toby thought Crowell’s gaze dwelt a moment on Sid Creel’s innocent
countenance. “A lot of you are new to the game and I want to tell you
right now, so there won’t be any kick coming later, that if you put
your names down for hockey you’ll have to show up regularly or you’ll
be dropped. We mean to turn out the best seven this year that has ever
played for Yardley, and if we are to do that you’ll simply have to
make up your minds to come out regularly for practice and work as hard
as you know how. That means the second team candidates as well as the
first. As soon as we get ice the class teams will be made up, and any
fellow that shows good hockey with his class team will have a chance
to show what he can do on the school squad. You fellows who haven’t
put your names down will please do it before you leave. Halliday is
manager and he will take them. I guess that’s about all, fellows. Only
if you really want to make the teams, show it by doing your best.
Listen to what is told you and do your best right from the start. We
play our first outside game in a little more than a week, so, you see,
there isn’t much time to get together. I hope you’ll all pull hard for
a victory over Broadwood this year. We owe her two lickings and we
might as well start out this winter and give her the first one. Don’t
forget to-morrow afternoon at three sharp, fellows.”
Toby gave his name to Ted Halliday and found Arnold waiting for him at
the door of the cage in conversation with Frank Lamson. Frank hailed
Toby jovially. “Going to be a hockey star, Toby?” he asked. “Well, we
need a few earnest youths like you. Have a good time on your vacation?
You and Arn must have been mighty busy, I guess. I called up twice on
the ’phone and each time they told me that you were out doing the town.
How’s Greenhaven? Say, that must be a dreary hole in winter, isn’t it?
Is your sister well?”
“Fine, thanks. Going back, Arn?”
“N――no, I guess I’ll loaf around here awhile. See you at supper, Toby.”
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