Drayne!" called Coach Morton "Get into the tackling work, and be sure to mix it up lively." "Just a moment, coach, if you please," begged Drayne.
"Well, Drayne ?" asked Mr.

Morton "Captain Prescott has just been telling me that I'm to be only a sort of sub this year." "Well, he's captain," replied the submaster.
"Huh! I thought it was all Prescott's fine work!" sneered Phin.
"You're wrong there, Mr.

Drayne," rejoined the coach frankly.
"As a matter of fact, it was I who suggested that you be cast for light work this year." "Oh!" muttered Drayne "Yes; if you feel like blaming anyone, blame me, not Prescott.
You know, Drayne, you didn't behave very well last Thanksgiving Day." "I admit that my behavior was unreasonable, sir.

But you know, Mr.

Morton, that I'm one of the valuable men." "There's a crowd of valuable men this year, Drayne," smiled the submaster.
"On the strongest pledge that I can give you, Mr.