"It was hard luck for you to be knocked out in such a manner."
"Hard luck! It was beastly! But it was worse luck to have that fellow, Merriwell, run into the game and get all the opportunities to cover himself with glory."
"Well, he got 'em, and he improved 'em."
"Any fellow fit for the position could have done the same thing."
"Think so?"
"I know it."
"How about carrying three men on his back the way Merriwell did?"
"That was nothing."
"Everybody seems to think it was a great trick."
"It was nothing, I tell you. Those Harvard chumps tackled him in the most foolish manner possible. Not one of them tried to get low down on him, but all piled upon his back."