"Bring a drink of water for each of them, won't you?" he said querulously to the three substitutes. He waited till they were out of earshot. "Look here, you fellows!" he began grimly, spreading his legs and leaning toward them in his earnestness. "You're ready to drop, every last one of you, because of that long swim this afternoon. Does Sheffield know about it?"
"Didn't mention it to him," said Kiproy carelessly. "Why?"
"Somebody should!" snapped Bunny. "Not one of you is fit to play another minute, and he ought to know the reason."
Collins sat up. "Are you going to snitch?"
"No, I'm not. I'm no tattletale. But I'm going to ask you not to start this next half."
"So the substitutes can go in, eh?" It was Turner's slur.
"Maybe they can't hold that Elkana five," flashed Bunny, "but they're fresh, anyhow, and not half dead. Will you drop out, Kiproy?"
"No, I won't!"
"You, Collins? Turner? Barrett?"
In each case, the reply was a curt refusal. Barrett added doubtfully, "We'll be in shape by the time play starts again."