“Jealous of you!” came derisively from Rob Linton. “That would make a cat laugh!”
“Well, what did you do in the game?” demanded Bent.
“Oh, I did something! Didn’t I tackle Dow and keep him from making a touchdown?”
“But Hartford got one two minutes later.”
“The trouble with you, Bent,” said Rob, “is that you think you are the only thing that ever happened.”
“The trouble with you,” retorted Leon, quickly, “is that you think you are the whole menagerie.”
“Don’t sus-sus-see ha-how he can think so wh-when you’re round,” chuckled Danny Chatterton. “He-he-his eyes must sus-sus-show him there is another mum-mum-monkey in the show.”
Bentley did not relish the laughter that followed this, and he growled and grumbled to himself, after which he smoked and sulked in silence.
“Ford hasn’t expressed his opinion of the game,” grinned Sprout, who was chewing gum and eating peppermint candy at the same time, has fat cheeks shaking as he wagged his jaws.
They looked at the mute, who seemed to understand on the instant what had been said, and he made a gesture expressive of dejection and disgust, slowly shaking his head.