“Never mind; it’s my secret. You’ll find my boys pulling together like clockwork if you ever see them play. They’re fighters, just the same. They’re out to win, you bet. Sometimes to see them you would think they were going to eat one another up. ’Sh! It’s all a bluff. They do that, so they can turn on the opposing players the same way, and it generally gets the other team going.”
Dick lifted a protesting hand.
“Don’t let me in on too many of your secrets,” he smiled; “for I am contemplating challenging you to play a game with a team of my own organizing.”
Bob Harrison was astonished. He stepped back and surveyed the speaker from head to foot, an amused, incredulous grin breaking over his face.
“You?” he exclaimed. “You were thinking of challenging us?”
“So I said.”
“I thought maybe I misunderstood you.”
“Evidently you didn’t.”
“Where’s your team?”
“Right here in Colorado Springs.”