"I'm not coming on," said Myron. "I'm getting a bit sick of it, and if they think I'm going to stand much more of their silly nonsense they're mistaken. I'm all right to coach a lot of greenies, it seems, but after that I can whistle. I wouldn't mind if I couldn't play as well as half the fellows that were in the game today."
"I guess your time's coming," said Joe consolingly. "They'll be weeding them out next week, and when they've got rid of about forty of them they'll be able to see what's left."
"If they don't hurry I won't be one of those left," said Myron grumpily, "and that's flat. I wish I'd stuck to my first scheme and gone to Kenwood. There are fewer fellows there and maybe a chap might have a chance to get somewhere."
Joe shook his head disapprovingly. "I'm glad you didn't do that," he said. "Sort of sounds like treason or something. Say, how'd you happen to change your mind, anyway? Old man kick at it?"
Myron had not gone into particulars regarding his decision to remain at Parkinson but had told Joe that "he guessed he'd try to stick it out." If Joe had surmised the real reason for the overnight change of heart he had kept the fact to himself. Now Myron hesitated. He didn't want the real reason known nor did he want to tell Joe a lie. So he answered: "There wasn't any kick, but as you spoke of going to the village I thought--that is--my father thought----"
"Your father: about me thinking of getting a room outside."
"Not exactly, only he thought I might get a place to myself later."
"You're a punk liar, Foster," laughed Joe. "The old man put your little scheme on the blink when he telegraphed to you. Now didn't he?"
"About that," confessed Myron a bit sheepishly.
"Sure! I knew it all the time. And he was dead right, too. I'm going to talk sense to you, Foster, whether you get sore or not. The trouble with you is that folks have made you think you're something a little bit better than the common run of fellows. You've always had everything you've wanted and you've been kept pretty close to the old million dollar hut, and I guess when you were a youngster you didn't have many fellows to play around with because your folks thought they might be sort of rough and teach you to throw snowballs and wrestle and all those vulgar things. And you're the only kid, too, aren't you?"