lad knew how to talk, and that to get up in front of a throng did not embarrass him. "I hope, as manager as well as a player," he went on, "that we shall find some good material. The team needs strengthening in several places, and it is up to us to do it. Now I have a list here of the former players, and the names of some who have already signified a desire to try for places this year. I'll read them."
It was quite a long list, and Tom Parsons, listening to it, began to wonder if he would have any chance among so many.
"If there are any others who would like to put their names down as candidates, I'll take them," announced Fred. Several stepped forward, and their names were noted, together with the positions they desired to play.
"Go on up," urged Sid to Tom.
The country lad advanced to where Langridge stood.
"I'd like to try for a place," he said.
"Oh, you would, eh?" asked the other, and the sneer in his voice was evident. "Well, don't you think you'd better wait until the hayseed is out of your hair?" and he laughed.
"Here's a comb," retorted Tom quickly, extending a small pocket one. "Maybe you'll give me a hand. I can't see the back of my head."
