found as the weeks went by, that he was making no progress in becoming popular with the main body of students at Kentfield. He had a few chums among the freshmen, and of course was on speaking terms with all the others, but aside from Paul Drew, his roommate, he had no close friends. This state of affairs made him feel sad, for at home he had been the most popular lad in town.
"I'm not succeeding as I thought I would," he said to himself, one day. "I guess I'll have to put my plan into operation. But perhaps I'd better wait a while yet. I'll give this way a fair show."
As fall advanced there began to be talk about forming the football eleven. A number of new players were needed, because some of the best had graduated the previous year.
"I hope I can make the team," said Dick to Paul one evening during their study period. "I used to be considered a good player at home."
"I don't see why you can't get on. Fortunately Dutton has nothing to say about who shall play, though he's considered one of the team's supporters and backers."
"Still he may influence Captain Rutledge. I hear they are going to pick candidates this week."
"Yes, I heard Harry Hale, the coach, talking about it. I hope you make the eleven, Dick."
It was the following day, when Dick was out in the field, with some other cadets of his class,
