Another silence came, then some one said, in a voice of deepest conviction:
"A dead loss!"
Smeed went sadly into the house.
At the door he lingered long enough to hear the chorus burst out:
"A fine football team we'll have!"
"It's a put-up job!"
"They don't want us to win the championship again—that's it!"
"I say, we ought to kick."
Then, after a little, the same deep voice:
"A dead loss!"