“He do. And he’s a mighty nice chap, ‘Boots’ is. The fellows were quite
crazy about him last year. He did good work, too. Turned out a second
that was some team, believe me! Maybe if ‘Boots’ gets hold of you,
Clint, you may amount to something. I’ve done what I could for you, but
I think you’ve got where you need a firmer hand.”
“Thayer, we’re going to play you on Saturday. Saunders isn’t in shape,
I’m sorry to say, and won’t be able to do more than take your place for
awhile if necessary. You’ve done well. I want to give you credit for
that. You’re not a perfect tackle yet, my boy, but we’ve all got hopes
of you and we expect you to give a good account of yourself against
Claflin. And I expect to see you play better Saturday by fifty per cent
than you’ve played yet. How do you feel about it?”
long-haired galoot!” Beaufort contemptuously kicked Penny’s shoe
“Call me a liar, do you? I’ll attend to you when I’m through with this
long-haired galoot!” Beaufort contemptuously kicked Penny’s shoe.
“No, he won’t!” exclaimed Clint, jumping to his feet. “If you’ve got to
fight someone, you fight me, you big overgrown bully!”
“He needed a lot more,” replied Amy grimly. “Personally, I was a bit
sorry he fessed up so quick. I was hoping for another whack at him!”
When nine o’clock sounded Clint sighed with relief and closed his book.
Amy got up and walked to the window and threw himself on the seat. “Look
here,” he said finally, “Dreer oughtn’t to be allowed to get away with
that cute little stunt of his.”
