Fair warning, Steve." Steve knew his father well enough to be certain that he would do just as he threatened, and the future looked particularly dark to him that day.
Of course, if he had plenty of time he could master his Latin--and his Greek, which was troubling him less but was by no means a favourite course--as well as any other study, he told himself.

But there was so much to be done! And try as he might, he could never seem to find time enough for study.

If he gave up football it would, perhaps, be easy enough, but, he asked himself bitterly, what was the good of going to school and doing nothing but study?
What was the good of knowing how to play football if he wasn't to have a chance to use his knowledge?
It was all the fault of the faculty.

It tried to get too much work out of the fellows in too short a time.

But these reflections didn't help his case any.