"I'm not a bit afraid of either one of you, on that score," broke in Belle warmly.
"That's very kind of you," nodded Dave. "But of course you don't know any more about our bravery than we do ourselves. It has never been proven."
"How many young men have been killed in football this year?" asked
Laura quietly.
"I think the paper stated, the other day, that it was something more than forty," replied Dick.
"Well, don't you two play football," demanded Laura. "Don't you both jump into the crush as fearlessly as anyone, Doesn't it take about as much nerve to play fast and furious football as it does to fight on the battlefields Isn't football, in its hardest form, a great training for the soldiers"
"Oh, perhaps," laughed Dick. "For that matter, Laura, I believe you could soon talk me into believing that I'm braver than good old Phil Sheridan!"
"Hullo," muttered Dave suddenly. "What——-"
"Where's the crowd rushing!" demanded Belle, in the same breath.
"There's some trouble down the street!" cried Darrin. "And smoke, too."
"It's a fire!" cried Dick, wheeling about. "Come along—-all!"