For Belle had slyly pinched the talkative one"s arm.
"Mr. Drayne had a great string to offer us," resumed Laura. "He said football affairs had never been in as bad shape before, and he predicted that the team would go to pieces in all the strong games this year."
"We have a rule of unswerving loyalty in the history of our eleven,"
said Prescott, smiling, though a grim light lurked in his eyes.
"I guess Phin was merely practicing some of that loyalty."
"None of us care what Drayne thinks, anyway," broke in Dave Darrin contemptuously. "He wants to play as a regular, and he"s slated only as a possible sub. So I suppose he simply can"t see how the eleven is to win without him. But, making allowances for human nature, I don"t believe we need to roast him for his grouch."
"I didn"t think his talk was worth paying any attention to," added Laura. "I wouldn"t have said anything about it, if it hadn"t leaked out."
Jessie took this rebuke to herself, and flushed, as she rattled on:
"I guess it was no more than mere "sorehead" talk on Phin Drayne"s part, anyway. Mr. Drayne said he had saved a good deal of his pocket money, lately, and that he was going to win more money by betting on Gridley"s more cla.s.sy opponents this season."
"There"s a fine and loyal High School fellow for you!" muttered Greg.
"Suppose we all change the subject," proposed d.i.c.k good-humoredly.
Two or three minutes later d.i.c.k & Co. again lifted their caps, then continued on their way.
"d.i.c.k," whispered Dave, "on the whole, I"m glad that was repeated to us."
"Why?"
"It ought to put us on our guard?"
"Guard? Against whom?"
"I should say against Phin Drayne."
"But he"s merely offering to bet that we can"t win our biggest games this year," smiled Prescott. "That doesn"t prove that we can"t win, does it?"
"Oh, of course not."
"Any fellow that will lower himself enough to make wagers on sporting events shows too little judgment to be ent.i.tled to have any spending money," pursued Prescott. "But, if Drayne has money, and is going to bet, he won"t be ent.i.tled to any sympathy when he loses, will he?"
"Humph!" grunted Dave. "I"d like to have this matter followed up. Any fellow who is betting against us ought not to be allowed to play at all."
"Oh, it was just the talk of a silly, disappointed fellow," argued d.i.c.k. "I suppose a boy is a good deal like a man, always. There are some men who imagine that it lends importance to themselves when they talk loudly and offer to wager money. I"m not going to offer any bets, Dave, but I feel pretty certain that Drayne is just talking for effect."
"His offering to bet against his own crowd would be enough to justify you in dropping Drayne from the squad altogether," hinted Greg Holmes.
"Yes, of course," admitted d.i.c.k. "But we had enough of football soreheads last year. Now, wouldn"t it make us look like soreheads if we took any malicious delight in dropping Drayne from the squad just because he has been blowing off some steam?"
"But I wouldn"t trust him on the job," snapped Dan Dalzell. "I believe Phin Drayne would sell out any crowd for sheer spite."
"Even his country?" asked d.i.c.k quietly.
And there the matter dropped, for the time. Had d.i.c.k & Co. and some other High School fellows but known it, however, Drayne would have borne close watching.
CHAPTER III
Putting the Tag on the Sneak
Anything that d.i.c.k Prescott had charge of went along at leaps and bounds. Hence the football eleven was in good shape ten days earlier than Coach Morton could remember to have happened before.
"Your eleven is all ready to line up in the field, now, Captain,"
announced coach, one afternoon not long after, as the squad came out from dressing quarters for practice.
"I"m glad you think so, sir," replied d.i.c.k, a flush of pleasure mantling his cheeks.
"You have every man in fine condition. Condition couldn"t be better, in fact, for those of the men who are likely to get on the actual battle line. And all the work is well understood, too. In fact, Captain, you can all but rest on your oars during the next fortnight, up to your first game."
"Hadn"t we better go on training hard every day, sir?" inquired the young captain.
"Not hard," replied coach, shaking his head. "If you do, you"ll get your men down too fine. Now, there"s almost more danger in having your men overtrained than in having them undertrained.
Your men can be trained too hard and go stale."
"I"ve heard of that," d.i.c.k nodded thoughtfully.
"Yes," continued coach, "and I"ve seen school teams that suffered from training down too fine. Boys can"t stand it. They haven"t as much flesh in training down hard, and they haven"t as much endurance as college men, who are older. Captain, you will train your men lightly, three afternoons a week. For the rest, see to it that they stick to all training orders, including diet and hygiene and no tobacco. But don"t work any of the men hard, with an idea of getting them in still better shape. You can"t do it."
"Then I"d like to make a suggestion, Coach."
"Go ahead, Captain."
"You never saw a school team, did you, sir, that understood its signal work any too well?"
"Never," laughed Mr. Morton.
"Then I would suggest, sir, that most of our training time, from now until the season opens, be spent on drilling in the signals.
We ought to keep at practicing the signals. We ought to get the signals down better than ever a Gridley team had them before, sir."
"You"ve just the right idea, Captain!" cried Mr. Morton heartily, resting one hand around d.i.c.k"s shoulders. "I was going to order that, but I"m glad you antic.i.p.ated me."
"Hudson," called out Prescott, "you head a scrub team. Take the men you want after I"ve chosen for the school team."
d.i.c.k rapidly made his choice for the school team. He played center himself, putting Dave Darrin at quarter, Greg Holmes as left tackle and Tom Reade as right end. Dalzell and Hazelton were left out, but they understood, quite well, that this was to avoid showing favoritism by taking all of d.i.c.k & Co. on the star team for practice.
"Let me play quarter, Hudson," whispered Drayne, going over to the acting captain of the "scrub."
"Not this afternoon, anyway," smiled Hudson. "I want Dalzell."