fact that his heart was thumping as if he had just completed an eighty-yard run. Johnny nodded vigorously.
"The three of us, old ruffian! Ain't it great? Gee, they have to come to the Fighting Scrub when they want real talent!"
"But, I don't see—What's the big idea? Where do I fit in? You and 'Wink,' sure, but me—"
"Oh, 'Cocky' 'll find a use for you, Clif. Trust that old bird! Say, I'm tickled to death! Gee, why, we'll get our letters, anyway; all three of us probably! What price me with a big blue W on my tummy?"
"Well, I don't know, Johnny. We mightn't. There's a lot of fellows on that First Team squad now. I don't see what he's going to do with us all!"
"Feed us to Wolcott one at a time. Maybe 'Cocky's' idea is to give Wolcott indigestion, eh? Anyway, I should concern myself. All I want is a chance at some of those big stiffs. That and my letter!"
Johnny strode gloriously on toward the showers and Clif mingled with the crowd that filled the locker-room. Oddly, no one took any notice of him; just as if he hadn't been joined up with the First at all! But, he consoled himself, they probably hadn't heard yet. He sought out Tom with his eyes and waved a brown stocking at him. Tom waved back, but it was evident that he didn't know. His wave had been too casual. Clif chuckled and hurried his dressing. He would wait for Tom and tell him the thrilling news on the way to Hall!
