"Why not?" rejoined Carl, his eyes twinkling. "I've signed up to coach Great Western next year at ... guess what salary...?" Carl looked about him, cautiously. "I don't want any newspaper guys to hear this—it's ... er ... just something to be kept in the family." Whereupon Carl cupped his hand between his mouth and Mack's ear and whispered a figure.
"No?" cried Mack, overjoyed, and—forthwith leaped atop his brother's back, bearing him to earth for a down which was not recorded in the game!
A CASE OF NERVES
"Look at that guy—he hasn't been eating enough to keep a canary alive for the last three days!"
"You know what's the trouble, don't you?"
"Indigestion?"
"Yeah—nervous indigestion? Speed's on edge over the big game next Saturday against Hamilton!"
"No kidding?"
Kinky Doyle, who sat at the Second Team's training table, stared at his informant unbelievingly.