“Hm; yes, that’s so. Now, look here.” Mr. Detweiler laid a hand on
Clint’s knee. “There’s a fine chance for a fellow who is willing to work
and learn on this team. If you’ll make up your mind to it, you can go
right ahead and play tackle against Claflin. But you’ll have to plug
like the dickens, Thayer. It won’t be any picnic. I want a chap who is
willing to work hard; not only that, but who will take the goad without
flinching. Think you’re the chap?”