He started up the steps, fumbling for his latch key as he went.
"You faker! You mucker!" hissed Bayliss, now speaking directly to the young left end.
This was so palpable that Dick could not well ignore it.

Dropping the key back into his pocket, he turned to stare at the two "sorehead" chums.
"Eh ?" he asked, with a quiet laugh.
"Yes; I meant you!" hissed Bayliss.
"Oh, well," grinned Dick, "your opinions have never counted for much in the community, have they ?" "Shut up, you ignorant hound!" warned Bayliss belligerently.
"Too bad," retorted Dick tantalizingly.

"Of course, I understand what ails you.

You were left off the High School team, and I was not.

But that is your own fault, Bayliss.