But now, having reached his senior year, Dick was by far the best leader possible.

Coach and football squad alike conceded it, and the Alumni Association's Athletics Committee had approved.
Dick Prescott had grown in years since first we saw him, but not in conceit.

Like all who succeed in this world, he had a good degree of positiveness in his make-up; but from this he left out strong self-conceit.

In all things, as in his school life, he was prepared to sacrifice himself along whatever lines pointed to the best good.
Dave Darrin, of all the chums, was nearly as well fitted as was Prescott to lead, though not quite.

So Dave, with Dick's own kind of spirit, fell back willingly into second place.