These expressions took the place of those heard a few minutes before. It argued a good change of heart.
"I'm glad to hear that," commented Mr. Martin. "Then if Manager Hatfield will confer with us after the meeting and practice, we will arrange to get a date with them."
"But will they play us?" asked Dick. "You know they always like to arrange big games, and they may not want to take us on."
"Oh, I fancy that can be arranged," spoke Mr. Martin easily. "Mr. Spencer and I know the coach there and he is a good friend of ours. I am acquainted with the captain, too, and I am almost sure they will give us a game. Now let me congratulate you once more on the showing you made yesterday, and suggest that we get out to practice. We can't get any too much if we are to play Haskell—and beat them." He concluded his remarks with a grim smile.
"Beat 'em! We'll be lucky if we hold 'em down to as much as the score by which we beat Dunkirk," remarked George Hall, as he stepped out beside Captain Dick.
"Here! None of that!" cried the young millionaire, half seriously.
"None of what?" asked George.
"That treason talk," replied Dick. "I want you all to feel that we're going to win, or there isn't much use playing."
"Oh, well, just as you say," agreed George with a laugh. "Do you think we'll win, Paul Drew?"
"Of course," was the answer, for Paul was always loyal to his chum.