It takes something more than long legs to make a good punter." "Perhaps; but there's one thing sure, Bart: that hayseed will be a better player than you at the end of two months--that is, if he gets taken on." "I'll bet you he won't be able to catch a punt," growled Cloud.

"A fool like him can no more learn football than--than--" "Than you could learn golf," continued West sweetly.
"Oh, shut up! I know a mule that plays golf better than you do." "Well, I sha'n't attempt to compete with your friends, Bart." "There you both go, quarreling again," cried Clausen.

"If you don't shut up, I'll have to whip the pair of you." Wallace Clausen was about two thirds the size of Cloud, and lacked both the height and breadth of shoulder that made West's popular nickname of "Out" West seem so appropriate.

Clausen's threat was so absurd that Cloud came back to good humor with a laugh, and even West grinned.
"Come on, Wall--there's Blair," said Cloud.

"You'd better come too, Out, and learn something about a decent game." West shook his head, and the other two arose and hurried away to where the captain of the school eleven was standing beneath the west goal, surrounded by a crowd of variously attired football aspirants.