human
That was my fault, contritely confessed Hal Foster, of the scrub.
gpt
I was trying to stop you from making that tackle, when my feet slipped from under me, and shot right at your head, Hamilton. I hope you're not much hurt. I'm awfully sorry.
human
It's all right--don't mention it old chap. It was no one's fault. I shouldn't have jumped in so quickly. I'm all right again. Come on, we'll finish the game.
gpt
No, the time's about up, announced Teddy.
human
We've had enough for to-day. And it's been better practice than we've had in a long while. I guess we're all anxious to get on Hamilton's team.
gpt
Hamilton's team? asked Sam Porter, in a curious tone.
human
Since when has it been _his_ eleven?
gpt
Oh, I forgot you hadn't heard the news, went on Teddy.
human
Why Dick is going to pay for two of the best coaches in the country, and we're going to have a team as _is_ a team. That's why we all played so well to-day, I guess--even the scrub.
gpt
Thanks! exclaimed Tom Coleton.
human
We'll do you up good and proper to-morrow just the same.
gpt
Not with Dick Hamilton's team,
human
It isn't going to be my team at all, declared Dick, as he supported himself on Paul's shoulder and walked along, after his head had again been bathed in the cold water.
gpt
I don't want it known as that. I'm only doing what any fellow would do--putting up some cash to help out. It isn't my team at all.
human
I should say not! sneered Porter.
gpt
Hamilton's team--that sounds like playing favorites all right.
human
Yes, if it keeps on this will be known as the Kentfield-Hamilton Military Academy,