"We've got you where we want you."
"You'll be easy, Dickinson."
"We'll attend to the championship this year."
The two crowds halted while the leaders inspected their antagonists, sizing up the new material. Moore, in a tailor-cut suit of English tweed, a stiff collar and a derby hat, felt for the first time a little out of the picture when Hickey of the enemy paused in front of him and derisively asked:
"Where did that come from?"
"Oh, that's been specially raised for us."
"He has? In a hothouse, yes! What'll he play?"
"He'll play all over the field. He's a regular demon!"
"Huh!"