Football -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- Juvenile fiction
Of course Dick answered that letter immediately and spent the better
part of an hour and much ink trying to convince his father that in
spite of the evidence he was doing his full duty. Perhaps he had secret
qualms even as he wrote, though, for it is a fact that from that day
forth he managed another hour of study, by hook or by crook, and
perceptibly improved his standing in various classes. And finding time
for more study was less easy than it sounds, for the day following his
appearance at training table found him accepted by coach and players
as the second-choice quarter-back, and if he had thought he knew what
hard work in practice meant he now saw his mistake. For he was added to
the select coterie who remained on the field three or four afternoons
a week after the others had been dismissed and who were drilled in
punting and catching until their legs ached and they saw a dozen
footballs where there was but one.
Guy Stone’s attitude toward Dick was peculiar, or so Dick thought. He
appeared to miss no opportunity to chat with him and was very friendly,
but afterwards, thinking Stone’s conversation over, Dick invariably
found that the first-string quarter had seemingly sought to instill
self-doubting and discouragement in his possible substitute. One short
conversation will do as an illustration.
“I see you take the snap-back almost facing centre,” said Stone when
they were on their way to the gymnasium after a hard practice. “Think
you can work faster that way?”
“No, but I feel surer of the pass,” answered Dick. “Do you think I
ought to stand more sidewise?”
Stone looked doubtful. “I don’t know. Of course, Dick, if you face your
backs more you don’t have to turn so far when you continue the pass.
It’s well to have the ball travel from centre to runner on as straight
a line as possible, you know. If you take it so, and then have to turn
like this before you shoot it at the runner, you’re losing time, aren’t
you?”
“Why, yes, but only a fraction of a second, I’d say. I do it that way
because I can see the ball better from the time centre starts the pass
until it’s in my hands. When I turn I just slip my right foot around a
few inches and swing on my left. But if it’s better to stand sidewise
to the line----”
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