"Street shoes will do for me today." "Not on the gridiron!" "I'm not going on the field.

I've heard enough knocking," grumbled Drayne.
A dozen of the fellows crowded about, consternation written in their faces.
Prescott was known not to be fit to play.

Only the day before Dr.Bentley had refused to pass him for the game.

Hence Drayne, even if a trifle out of condition, was still the best available man for left end.
"Quit your fooling, Drayne!" cried two or three at once.
"Quit your talking," retorted Drayne, kicking off his other field shoe.

"I've done all my talking." Truth to tell, Drayne still intended to play, but he wanted to teach these fellows a lesson.