Dick looked up.
“Well, Brad?”
“This yere is no time to squat on your haunches. You want to get right up and hustle.”
“What for?”
“What for? Whoop! Great horn spoon! Didn’t you hear me say that Chet Arlington is laying pipes to get on the athletic committee in place of Warwick, who has resigned?”
“Yes.”
“Well, burn my hide and brand me deep! Are you going to squat and let that onery varmint get on?”
“I don’t think he will succeed.”
“Then you don’t know him as well as I thought you did.”
“He’s not a truly popular fellow.”