"No, I wouldn't," said Dinkie, who measured men by one standard only. "But what about his goalkeeping? Can he keep goal or can't he? There's a big chance for a chap as can really keep goal. But he must be class."
"He's class," said Ginger—coolly.
"Can he clear well?"
"He's a daisy, I tell yer."
"That's got to be seen," said Dinkie. "But he looks green to me. An' I tell you this, Ginger Jukes, it's not a bit o' use anybody trying to lumber a green un on to a club like the Rovers."
"I know that," said Ginger urbanely. "But you'll see—if he keeps his thatch. By the way, Dink, you didn't say in your letter whether the Rovers had a vacancy for a right full back."
"We've got Mullins and Pretyman, the best pair o' backs in England."
Ginger knew that perfectly well, but he did not allow it to defeat him.
"There's as good fish in the sea as ever come out of it," said he.
"I don't know about that," said Dinkie Dawson coldly.