“Yes.” Mr. Detweiler viewed him much as Coach Robey had, as though
trying to see not only what showed but what was inside as well. The only
difference was that Mr. Detweiler smiled. “Well, Thayer, now let’s see.”
He walked to the bench which the players were vacating, Clint following,
and seated himself. “Sit down a minute,” he directed. And when Clint
was beside him he went on. “I really don’t know much about your playing,
Thayer. We had to have a new tackle and I took you because I liked your
looks the other day. Maybe I ought to have taken one of the others. What
do you think?”