"And we want you badly." Badger and Butler, who were just behind the speaker, closed in firmly around the freshman.
"We heard, and we didn't feel ashamed to listen," declared Thompson.

"So you're the genius that has been doing giant's work for football?
You are under arrest, freshie---and I hope you'll come along without making any row." Despite the severity of the looks in the faces of these three seniors, Dick Prescott did not feel very uneasy.

He submitted to walking between Thompson and Butler, while Ben Badger brought up the rear.

The unafraid prisoner was marched along and into another street, to where the football eleven had its "club room." This was an unoccupied store, the agent of which allowed the boys the use of the place, rent free, as long as it remained idle.
When near this headquarters Ben Badger darted ahead, throwing open the door, while Frank and Ted marched in with their prisoner.
"Attention!" roared Ben.
Nearly all the members and substitutes of the eleven were present.
They were sorting over various bits of football paraphernalia.
Several of them stopped work to look up as Ben Badger slammed the door shut again.
"Well, what are you making so much noise about ?" demanded one of the second classmen.

"You come in with a roar, and all you bring with you is---just a poor, insignificant little freshie." "Oh, but what a freshman!" thundered Frank Thompson.