Boarding schools -- Juvenile fiction; Football stories; School sports -- Juvenile fiction; Teenage boys -- Juvenile fiction
“Any harm?”
Tom turned on his companion a look of mild perplexity. “For goodness’
sake, Clif,” he replied, “you don’t suppose I really meant all that
guff!”
“What did you say it for, then?” asked Clif indignantly.
“Because,” Tom answered equably, “I wanted to give the poor chap a
little more interest in life. Didn’t you see how pleased he was? Why,
as he said, it will be almost like playing the game himself. I like
that chap, old son, and I want to do anything I can to――to――”
“Oh, you do? Then why try to make a fool of him? Don’t you suppose he
will find out quick enough that you don’t really want his advice?”
“No, why should he? And I haven’t said I didn’t want his advice. Of
course I want it if it’s any good. I just don’t suppose it will be,
that’s all. The big thing is to give him a better time here, don’t you
see?”
“Yes,” answered Clif dubiously, “but, just the same, it seems sort of
mean to fool him, Tom.”
“I’m not fooling him until he finds it out,” replied the other
philosophically, “and he never will find it out unless you tell him.”
“I’d be likely to,” jeered Clif.
“Exactly. So that’s that. See you at supper, old timer.”
Coach Otis made several shifts in the First Team on Monday and it was
late when the Scrub was called over. During one fifteen-minute session
the First scored two touchdowns, Whitemill making the first on a long
run from midfield and Fargo going over for the second from the Scrub’s
seven-yards. Tom’s team was on the defensive most of the time and, if
truth must be told, played rather raggedly. On the First, Billy Desmond
was displaced by Quinlan, and Couch and Williams held the ends. The
First, nettled by Saturday’s defeat, played savage ball. Jimmy Ames, in
tackling Jensen soon after the trouble started, sustained a bad wrench
of his left knee and was out for the day and for many more days to
follow. Clem Henning retired early, too, after some zealous First Team
man had put his knee into him, but Clem’s injury was only temporary.
On the whole, the Scrub got pretty well battered up during that brief
session, and minor injuries were numerous.
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