The old boys, brawny and hard, formed into a centre trio.
"If you take left tackle we'd better put Walsh in at right to face Turkey," said Fire Crackers. "Legs Brockett, there, plays end, he says."
Walsh and Brockett, eyes to the ground, took their places in the line at a nod from "Jock."
"Duke Wilson, full; Fire Crackers, quarter. What then?" he said slowly to his counsel. "Suppose we give Pebbles Stone a chance at half this year?"
"What do you weigh, Pebbles?" asked Fire Crackers.
"One hundred and forty-five," brazenly answered the lithe, but rather frail person addressed.
"Honest?"
"Honest to God, Jock."
"Stripped?"
"No—o-o. With ten pounds in me pockets."