“That comes of being manager,” laughed Dick. “If I’d told Jack he was suspended for a week he’d have sassed me and gone off in a huff and never played again!” “Oh, no, he wouldn’t! Jack’s a good, sensible chap. He’s a little bit stuck on himself, but that doesn’t matter, and he will get over it some time. I just told him that he was wrong, and made him see it. And I convinced him without much trouble that it was for the good of the team that he should sit on the bench for a week. Of course, he was a bit huffed at first, but he got over that. In fact, Gordie, I think he’s rather proud of being suspended. It sounds sort of professional and big-leaguish!” “You could convince a fellow it was a real pleasure to have his head cut off!” said Gordon. “I wish I had your—your diplomacy.” “That’s a big word for it, Gordie. Last night’s meeting was rather a fizzle, wasn’t it?” Gordon nodded gloomily. “I don’t see how we’re going to get a field in time for football practice if we don’t do more than we did last night.” “Too much talk,” agreed Dick. “Somebody ought to just go ahead and find a field and then make a report on it. As for paying a hundred and twenty-five dollars a year rent for one, why, that’s poppycock. We couldn’t afford it, especially as we’ll have to build a running track before next Spring.” “Way suggested that we could transfer next Spring’s meet to Springdale. That would give us nearly two years to fix up a track.” “Not a bad idea. Most of the fellows seemed to fancy that place across the river beyond the carpet mills. It would be fairly near home, but it’s a mean part of town.” “Punk! If we have to find a new place—and I suppose we must—I’m for going out toward the Point. Fellows seem to think it’s too far out there, but you can jump on the trolley and get there in no time. They’d put a stop opposite the field for us if we asked.” “Yes, I should think Mr. Brent would do that much for us since he’s taking our field away,” agreed Dick. “By the way, seen Morris yet?” “No; I thought I’d go over this afternoon and see how he is. Maybe he’s receiving callers by this time. Dick, do you know anything about running an automobile?” Dick stared. Then he laughed. “Well, hardly, Gordie! How should I?” “Well, of course you’ve never run one, but you know such a raft of stuff fellows usually don’t know that——” “You thought I’d made a study of autos? No, I’m afraid I can’t advise you much, Gordie. Thinking of buying one?” “N-no, not exactly.” “Going to rent it, then?” “No, you idiot. I—I only wondered. I dare say you could drive an automobile finely, though. Your arms are all right and you told me once that you thought of getting one of those velocipede chairs that you work with your feet.” “I see what you’re driving at. Old Man Brent has commissioned you to sell that car of Morris’. Is that it?” Gordon looked startled, but shook his head. “No, he hasn’t. I dare say, though, anyone could buy it pretty cheap,” he remarked carelessly.