getting instruction in survey work, that he overheard something which made him feel more than ever like giving up the fight against his handicap. He was standing near a thick hedge, holding the scale rod, while another cadet was reading it through the instrument, when he heard voices behind the shrubbery.
"Looks to me like Hamilton would make a good player," he caught, and he knew that Coach Hale was speaking.
"You're right," said Captain Rutledge. "He's got the right build, and I hear he played at home."
"Aw, you don't want him on the team," expostulated a voice which Dick knew at once belonged to Captain Dutton.
"Why not?" asked the coach, in some surprise.
"Well, none of the other fellows like him. You wouldn't get good team work if he played."
"Are you sure?" asked Captain Rutledge.
"Sure. He's not popular."
"What's the matter with him?"
"Well, he's got too much money, and he's always trying to make it known. He gives himself as many airs as if he came of an old family."
This was an unjust accusation, but the coach and captain did not know it, as they were upperclass cadets, and did not mingle much with the freshmen.
"Well, we won't want to get an unpopular fellow on the eleven," said the coach, dubiously.
"No, indeed," agreed the captain. "Still, we
