CHAPTER VI.
A CONVERSION.
Three days after the posting by proxy, Hart worked off his condition in Greek.
This really meant more than it seemed; it left him free to think, and Franklin, who had been coaching him in grammar at odd moments, now insisted on his coming out and trying for the scrub eleven.
"I came here to work. I didn't come here to play games," Hart stated bluntly.
"Oh, yes you did," Franklin replied; "that's part of your course. Your brains belong to you,—but the college has an interest in that thumping old back of yours."
"Well, I don't see it that way," grumbled Hart. "I'm afraid I'd get fighting mad if they mauled me the way they did you yesterday. Just look at the side of your jaw."
"Let not your angry passions rise," hummed
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