Even as a "sub," he had "made" the High School eleven.
"I think, gentlemen," declared Mr.Morton, in dismissing the squad, "that we have as good a team to put forward this year as Gridley has ever had.

The only disquieting feature of the season is the report, coming to us, that many of the rival schools have, this year, better teams in the field than they have ever had before.
So we've got to work---well like so many animated furies.

Remember, gentlemen, 'coldfeet' never won a football season." Bayliss and Dodge when they heard the news, were much disgusted.
They had hoped that subs.

Instead, Dick and three of his cronies had been put in Gridley's first fighting line, only two of the redoubtable six being on the sub list.
School and second teams, being now sharply defined, fell to playing against each other as hard and as cleverly as they could.
Wadleigh's choice as captain was confirmed by the Athletics Committee.
"But I'd never have had the chance, Prescott, old fellow, if it hadn't been for you," "Hen" protested gratefully.

"Dick, I won't forget your great help!" "I didn't do anything for you, Hen," Prescott retorted, with one of his dry smiles.
"You didn't ?" gasped Wadleigh.
"No, sir! I did it for the school.