need good players. Suppose we give him a trial?"
"You'll be sorry if you do," Dutton assured them.
Dick longed to drop the rod, leap over the hedge and give a well-deserved threshing to Button, but he knew he would lose more than he would gain. He was brought quickly out of his fit of righteous anger by the sharp command of the officer in charge of the surveying party.
"Plumb east there! Hamilton!" was the cry, and Dick saw that he had allowed the rod to slant too much. He straightened it, and, glancing at the hedge saw the three cadets who had been talking, moving away. But, before they got out of earshot Dick heard Dutton say:
"I wouldn't put him on the team, if I were you, for I don't think he'll be here long."
"Why not? Doesn't he like it?" asked Captain Rutledge.
"Oh, I guess he likes it all right, but we don't like him. I shouldn't wonder but what something would happen to make him leave," and Dutton laughed sarcastically.
"I guess I'd better be on my guard," thought Dick as he moved the rod to another place, in obedience to the instructions from the cadet at the instrument.
A few days after this, a notice was posted on the bulletin board in the gymnasium, telling all candidates for the football team to report on the
