"Forget it. Come on. Somebody might happen along the road."
Prepared for anything, Glennon followed. When they were behind the lumber-pile Uric said:
"We can sit down here and talk it over. Haven’t much time, for I must get back to the academy in short order."
They sat down, and the traitor produced cigarettes, which he offered to the other, who refused them, with a curl of his thick lips.
"I’m in training," said Glennon.
"Oh, what’s the odds!" from Uric. "All this business about training is mostly rot. Lots of fellows in training smoke on the sly."
"The more fools they!" declared the Hudsonville chap.
"It isn’t your conscience that keeps you from smoking?"
"No; it’s my sense. A man who smokes cigarettes right along has no business trying to play football. Now, what did you mean by the letter you sent me, if you sent it?"
"I sent it, all right, and I meant just what I said."