Whatever has become of the juniors' eleven in the schoolhouse, Telson ?" "Can't make out," replied Telson; "they're an awful set of louts this year; only one or two good men in the lot.

I don't think they can scrape up an eleven." "Ah!" said the captain, seeing his chance; "you've lost a good many good fellows.

Wyndham, for one, has got up into the second-eleven, I hear." "Yes," said Parson; "and jolly cocky he is about it, too!" "He's not been down at the practices lately, though," said Telson, colouring slightly, and for no apparent reason.
"Why?
Is he seedy ?" said the captain.
"Eh! No; I don't think so.

Wyndham's not seedy, is he, should you think, Parson ?" "No," said Parson, exchanging uncomfortable glances with his ally; "not exactly seedy." "It'll be a pity if he doesn't get playing in the Templeton match," said Riddell.
Would the fish bite?
If the diary had spoken true, these two boys were at present very full of Wyndham's affair, and a trifle indignant with the captain himself for his supposed intention of reporting that youth's transgression at headquarters.

If that were so, Riddell considered it possible that, after their honest fashion, they might take upon themselves to give him a piece of their mind, which was exactly what he wanted.
"The fact is," said Telson, "Parson and I both think he's down in the mouth." "Indeed ?" asked the captain, busily buttering a fresh slice of toast.
"Yes.