“It would be raising a rumpus at the wrong time.”
“How?”
“Everything must go peaceably till the game with Harvard is over, or Yale gets it in the neck again this year. We can’t have that.”
“Are you willing to be a sacrifice just——”
“I am willing—for the good of Old Eli.”
“But it’s not for the good of Old Eli! It means our defeat, and anybody knows that!”
“Oh, come off! Somebody else who can play football just as well as I will fill my place.”
“Lot on your knife—I mean not on your life!” exploded Harry. “They don’t grow!”
“That’s all foolishness,” said Frank. “There are plenty of men just as good.”
“Well, why don’t they make the record?” put in Diamond, his indignation making him look handsomer than ever. “Tell us just how it came about, Frank.”