“He is a good one,” commented Jerry. “Wonder what his name is.”
“That’s Chet Randell,” volunteered a lad standing near our three friends. “He’ll make the varsity if he does that trick many times.”
“Randell,” murmured Bob. “Say, that’s the fellow who has the room next to mine. I saw his name on the door.”
“Oh, are you fellows from Borton?” asked their informant, naming the dormitory in which Ned, Bob and Jerry roomed.
“Randell’s a beaut drop kicker,” went on the other, who said his name was Tom Bacon. “Trouble is though, we’ve got too many kickers on the varsity. We want more men who can hit the line, and Chet is a little too light for that. But if he can smear up many of the varsity’s forward passes that way he may make the team. Kenwell Military has the forward pass down fine.”
“Yes, baseball and football,” answered Tom. “You’re the new fellows--the motor boys--aren’t you?”
“Yes, but we don’t use that name much any more,” returned Bob.
“We’ve heard about you,” went on Tom, but he smiled and did not seem to hold what Jerry and his chums had done against them, as Frank Watson did.
When the practice ended and the team and scrubs came off the field Bob found himself near the lad who had made the touchdown with the intercepted forward pass.
“Excuse me,” began the stout lad, “but that was a beaut play of yours.”
“Glad you liked it,” was the cordial retort. “Oh, say, I guess I’ve seen you before!” went on Chet. “You room next to me?” he questioned.
“Yes, and these are my friends. We only got here last night.”
“Glad to meet you,” said the player genially. “We’ve got a good crowd in Borton, and we’ll have some swell times when we get going. A good crowd, yes!”
“All but that Frank Watson and his bunch,” thought Bob.
They had a glimpse of Frank and his chums on the football field, but were not near them.
“Can’t you drop in and see us this evening?” was Jerry’s invitation. “I suppose we can do here what’s done at other colleges--sneak in a little feed now and then?”
“Oh, yes, it can be did!” laughed Chet. “But Proc Thornton sure is strict, and he turns up when least expected. But I’ll have to decline. I’m on training table you know.”
“That’s so,” admitted Jerry. “I’d forgotten about that.”