“I hope we may, but I have my fears.”
Now, this was so unusual for Frank that it was not surprising Bart was almost dazed.
“Look here!” exclaimed Hodge; “when I used to talk like that, you told me my liver was out of order.”
“And you feel like telling me so now, eh?”
“I do.”
“I suppose so.”
“What ails you, anyhow?”
“Several things. One thing is that I am not satisfied with the manner in which the eleven is being handled.”
“You’re not?”
“Not by any means.”