Morton, will you allow me to play regular quarter-back this season ?" begged the quitter of the year before.
"I would give the idea more thought if Prescott recommended it; but I doubt if he would," answered Mr.Morton slowly.

"Personally, Drayne, I don't approve of putting you on strong this year.

The quitter's reputation Drayne, is one that can't ever be really lived down, you know." Though coach's manner was mild enough, there was look of the resolute eyes of this famous college athlete that made Phin Drayne realized how I hopeless it was to expect any consideration from him.
"All right then Mr.Morton," he replied huskily.

"I'll do my best on a small showing, and take what comes to me." Yet, as he walked slowly over to join the tacklers around the swinging figure, the hot blood came again to young Drayne's face.
"I'll make this year a year of sorrow Gridley!" he quivered indignantly.
"I'll hang on, and make believe I'm meek as a lamb, but I'll spoil Gridley's record for this year! There was in olden times a chap who had a famous knack for getting square with people who used him the wrong way.

I wish I could remember his name at this moment." Drayne couldn't recall the name at the time, but another name that might have served Drayne to remember at this instant was--- Benedict Arnold..