They had great confidence in Dick's judgment, yet he seemed to them over cautious in training.
"I wish it were Saturday night," murmured Tom Reade, lying on the grass full length, after they had landed.
"So that you'd know how it feels to be licked and to have your school licked, too ?" inquired Danny Grin.
"Stop that talk!" ordered Tom gruffly.

"We're not going to be beaten.

We'd hardly dare show our faces again in Gridley if Preston High School took us into camp." "Then how will the Preston fellows feel if we distance 'em ?" Greg inquired.
"Oh, it won't matter as much over at Preston," Tom replied coolly.
"Preston hasn't such a big reputation for winning athletic events as Gridley has." "The more I think of it," muttered Dave, "the more I marvel at our cheek.

We are barely more than freshmen.

As yet we've entered the sophomore class only by promotion.