"Go on, be loony if you want," said Regan. "I've seen bruisers before a fight act like high school girls. If you've got something on your mind, why talk it out, it'll do you good."
"It's awful—it's awful," said Stover, shaking his head.
"What's awful?"
"It's awful to think I'm the weak spot, that if they only had a decent fullback there would be a chance. I've no right there—every one knows it, and every one's groaning about it."
"Go on."
"That's all," said Stover, a little angry.
"Well, then come on, I'm getting hungry."
"Hungry! Tom, I'd like to knock the spots out of you," said Dink, laughing despite himself.
"Dink, old bantam," said Regan, resting his huge paw on Stover's shoulder in rough affection, "you're all right. I say so and I know it. Now shut up and come on."