"Could you come down to the field every day at one o'clock instead of two?" he suddenly asked Harold.
"Yes, my classes are over at twelve thirty."
"All right. You report to me personally dressed for practice to-morrow and every day after that at one o'clock. I'm going to do all I can to make it possible for you to get into that game against Union State."
Harold was thrilled, grateful beyond words.
"I'll be there," he cried. "I'll work my head off for you!"
"Did you ever have any quarterback experience?" asked Chester.
"That's the position I played on Sanford High School."
"Good. Your most likely chance to play against Union State is as a quarterback. We'll point you for that."
As they parted at Clark Street, the captain took the Freshman's hand. "I'm not going to try and thank you, old man. I think you understand." He pressed Harold's paw and looked his gratitude.
"I understand," said Harold, and walked down Clark Street exultantly on air.
