"Then what's his weak point?"
"Temper."
"Quick tempered?"
"Like a flash of powder. Loses his head. Forrest says he may lose any of the big games for us by getting mad at a critical point, but still he is the best man we have."
Frank walked over to his window and looked out, his back toward Halliday. Ben stood watching him with no small anxiety.
Now it was over, and he had relieved his feelings by speaking out plainly, Ben wondered at his own boldness. He had been flushed with excitement, but he felt himself growing pale and cold.
"Lord, what a crust!" he thought.
Three minutes passed this way, and then Frank whirled around with startling suddenness.
"Do you practice to-day?" he asked.
"Yes."