"Hit him harder than he hits you, and grip with your hands," said the voice of Mr. Ware in his ear.
Dink stood out again. The earth was gradually returning to a state of equilibrium, but his head was buzzing and his legs were decidedly rebels to his will.
The captain, seeing this, to give him time, spoke to McCarty with just a shade of malice.
"Well, Tough, do you want to take it again?"
"Do I?" said McCarty sarcastically. "Oh, yes, most enjoyable! Don't let me interfere with your pleasure. Why don't you try it yourself?"
"Would you rather watch?"
"Oh, no, of course not. This is a real pleasure, thank you. The little devil would dent a freight train."
"All ready, Stover?" said Cockrell.
The players stood in two lines, four yards apart. No one laughed. They looked at Stover, thrilling a little with his communicated recklessness, grunting forth their approval.
"Good nerve."