While they were on the field that afternoon all of the six worked as though football were the sole subject on earth that interested them.  That was the Gridley High School way, and it was the spirit that Coach Morton always succeeded in putting into worthy young men.  Once back in dressing quarters, however, and under the shower baths, the talk turned but little on football.

As soon as they had rubbed down and dressed Dick & Co. went outside and started back to town—–­on foot.  Time could be saved by taking the street car, but Dick and his friends believed that a brief walk, after the practice served to keep the kinks out of their joints and muscles.

“What ailed old Drayne this afternoon, Dick?” asked Tom Reade.

“Why, he told me that he had hoped to play quarter this season.”

“Regular quarter?” demanded Dan Dalzell, opening his eyes very wide.

“That was what I gathered, from what he said,” nodded Dick.

“Well, of all the nerve!” muttered Hazelton.

“The star position—–­for a fellow with a quitter’s record!”

“I was obliged to say something of the sort” smiled Dick, “though I tried to say it in a way that wouldn’t hurt his feelings.”

“You didn’t succeed very well in salving his feelings, if his looks gave any indication.” laughed Greg Holmes quietly.

“Drayne went over to coach afterwards,” added Dave Darrin.  “Mr. Morton didn’t seem to give the fellow any more satisfaction than you did, Dick.”

“Who is to be quarter, anyway?” asked Harry Hazelton.

“Why, Dave is my first and last choice,” Prescott answered frankly.  “But, personally, I’m not going to press him any too hard for the post.”

“Why not?” challenged Greg.

“Because everyone will say that I’m playing everything in the interest of Dick & Co.”

“Dave Darrin is head and shoulders above any other possibility for quarter-back,” insisted Greg, with so much conviction that Darrin, with mock politeness, turned and lifted his cap in acknowledgment of the compliment.

“Then coach and the Athletics Committee are intelligent enough to find it out,” answered the young football captain.

“That suits me,” nodded Dave.  “I want to play at quarter; yet, if I can’t make everyone concerned feel that I am the man for the job, then I haven’t made good to a sufficient extent to be allowed to carry off the honors in a satchel.”

“That’s my idea, Darrin,” answered Dick.  “I believe you have made good, and so good at that, that I’m going to dodge any charge of favoritism, and leave it to others to see that you’re forced to take what you deserve.”

“Of course I want to play this season, and I’m training hard to be at my best,” said Reade.  “Yet when it’s all over, and we’ve won every game, good old Gridley style, I shall feel mighty happy.”

“Yes,” nodded Harry Hazelton, “and the same thing here.”