"Morton knows he's going to miss a lot of faces that he'd like to see there this year." Then Dodge took up post at the peephole, while Bayliss stepped back, yawning.
Several more football aspirants neared and entered the gym.

The name of each was called off by Bert.
"This is the first year," chuckled Bayliss, "when Gridley hasn't had a chance for a star eleven." "I'll miss the game, myself, like fury," commented Dodge.

"All through last season, when I played on the second eleven, I was looking forward to this year." "Now, don't you go to getting that streak, and quit us," warned Bayliss quickly.

"Our set is going to get up its own eleven; don't forget that! And we're going to play some famous games." "Sure!" admitted Dodge.

But there was a choke in his throat.
Just a few moments later Bert Dodge gave a violent start, then cried out, in a voice husky with emotion: "Oh, I say, Bayliss, look-----" "What-----" "_Hudson_!" "What about him ?" "Quick!" "Well, you ninny," "Hudson is going in the-----" With a cry partly of doubting, partly of rage, Bayliss leaped forward, crowding out Dodge in order to get a better view.
Hudson was actually ascending the gym.