Part 6 (1/2)
”Don't let any one tell you anything different,” replied Laurie, rea.s.suringly. Ned, evidently recovered from his peevishness, asked:
”What sort of football do they play here?”
”Corking!” answered Proudtree.
”I mean, Rugby or the other?”
”Rugby!” exclaimed Proudtree, scornfully. ”I guess not! We play regular football. n.o.body plays Rugby around these parts. Are you fellows going out?”
”Not just yet,” replied Ned.
”He means are we going to try for the football team,” explained Laurie.
”Yes, we are, Proudtree; at least, one of us is.”
”You?”
”We haven't decided yet. You see, we've never played your kind of football. Back home, at high school, we played American Rugby, and it's quite different. But we decided that one of us had better go in for football and the other for baseball, if only to do our duty by the school.”
Proudtree looked puzzled. ”How are you going to decide?” he asked.
”Oh, we'll toss up or draw lots or something, I suppose. Maybe, though, Ned had better play football, because I know more baseball than he does.
Still, I'm not particular.”
”That's the limit!” chuckled the visitor. ”Say, what are your names? I didn't see any cards on the door.”
”Turner. His is Laurie and mine's Ned,” answered the latter. ”Do we put our names on the door?”
”It's the best way,” answered Proudtree. ”Well, I've got to be moving. I started to take a shower and got side-tracked. You chaps come on over and see me and I'll get some of the other fellows in. You want to meet the right sort, you know. What's your cla.s.s?”
”Lower middle, I reckon,” said Ned. ”That's what we expect.”
”Too bad you can't make upper. That's mine. We've got a corking bunch of fellows this year. Well, see you later. Try for Mr. Barrett's table when you go down. That's the best. Maybe they'll put you there if you bluff it out. You understand. So long, fellows.”
Proudtree withdrew with considerable dignity in view of his bulk, waving a benedictory hand ere the door closed behind him. Ned shook his head.
”Sort of a fresh hombre,” he said.
”Oh, he only meant to be friendly, I reckon,” said Laurie. ”You understand.”
Ned laughed. ”I'll bet they've got a wonderful football team here if he plays on it! By the way, maybe we'd better settle which of us is to be the football star. I suppose they begin to practise pretty soon. I'll be the goat, if you like; though you had better luck with that book you bought in Chicago. I couldn't make head or tail of it. I never saw so many rules for playing one game in my life!”
”It _was_ sort of difficult,” agreed Laurie. ”I dare say, though, that you pick up the rules quick enough when you start to play. If you don't really mind, I think you'd better go in for football, and I'll do the baseball stunt. I've played it more than you have, you know, even if I'm no wonder.”
”All right!” Ned sighed. ”We'll get a bottle of arnica to-morrow.
Nothing like being prepared. How about going to see Mr. What's-his-name before supper about courses?”
”Might as well, and have it over with. I'd like to know whether we're going to make the lower middle.”
”Don't see what else we can make. They can't stick us in the junior cla.s.s. Where's my coat? For the love of lemons, Laurie, can't you find anything else to sit on? Gosh, look at the wrinkles!”
”Those aren't wrinkles; they're just creases. Come on!”