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Phin Drayne, loafing about town, and with his pocket money nearly cut off by his father, had formed the acquaintance of Stevens, who, besides being a junkman, was a very fair locksmith, though about the latter trade he had never bragged publicly. Drayne had been ripe for any move that would place him in more funds.
"Under certain conditions," broke in Wayne, "I'll agree to play." "We wouldn't have you under all the conditions in the world!" retorted Mr. Morton. "A football eleven must be an organization of the finest discipline!" Drayne reddened, then went deathly white. He hadn't intended to let the matter go this far. "Who is your best man for left end, captain?" insisted Mr. Morton.
Phin Drayne didn't relish that very sincere laughter. Though he didn't understand the allusion, he suspected that he was being made the butt of a joke by Dick & Co. "Drive on, George," he requested his friend at the wheel. "One hates to be seen in the company of such fellows." The car's speed was let out several notches, and shot down the road ahead of Dick & Co.'s plain little caravan.
Though coach's manner was mild enough, there was look of the resolute eyes of this famous college athlete that made Phin Drayne realized how I hopeless it was to expect any consideration from him. "All right then Mr. Morton," he replied huskily. "I'll do my best on a small showing, and take what comes to me."
"It's bad enough, Drayne, to have to play side partner to you in the biggest game in the year, without having to listen to your fat-headed criticism of better men." Drayne flushed, and might have retorted, had not Wadleigh broken in, in measured tones, yet with much significance in his voice: "Yes, Drayne; cut out all remarks until you've made good.
In fact, after his one outbreak before the team captain, and his subsequent remarks to the girls, Drayne had appeared to fall in line, satisfied even to be a member of the school's big squad. The ball was placed for a snap-back, and Coach Morton sounded the whistle. "Twelve-nine-seventeen -twenty-eight -four!" called Dave Darrin. Then the scrimmage was on in earnest.
"You were forced to admit it, last night, before the Board of Education. That Board has passed sentence in your case. Mr. Drayne, you are found utterly unfit to associate with the decent manhood and womanhood to be found in the student body of this High School. By the decision of the Board you are now expelled from this school. You will take your books and belongings and leave instantly.
"Say, you fellows all have a grouch on, just because I'm playing today!" quivered the victim of the remarks. "Oh, well, never mind I'll cure your grouch, then!" Seating himself on a locker box, Drayne began to unfasten the lacings of his shoes. "Here, man! What are you doing?" demanded Captain Wadleigh, bounding forward angrily. "Curing the grouch of this bunch," retorted Drayne sulkily.
You know, Drayne, you didn't behave very well last Thanksgiving Day." "I admit that my behavior was unreasonable, sir. But you know, Mr. Morton, that I'm one of the valuable men." "There's a crowd of valuable men this year, Drayne," smiled the submaster. "On the strongest pledge that I can give you, Mr.
Phin Drayne looked as though he were exhibiting his fellow students of Gridley High School as so many laughable freaks. "That's what I call a vacation on the cheap," Drayne remarked to his friends, in a tone wholly audible to Dick & Co. "It is 'on the cheap," Dick called out pleasantly. "And yet, our trip hasn't been such a very cheap one, either, and we've earned all the money ourselves.
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