"Turkey Reiter will have to go from tackle to end," said Dink, that afternoon, as in football togs they gathered on the steps before the game, "and put a sub in Turkey's place."
"Who?"
"I don't know."
"I guess you don't."
"Might bring Butcher Stevens back from center."
"Who'd go in at center?"
"Fatty Harris, perhaps."
"Hello—here's Garry Cockrell now," said P. Lentz. "He don't look particular cheerful, does he?"
The captain, looking indeed very serious, arrived, surveyed the group and called Stover out. Dink, surprised, jumped up, saying:
"You want me, sir?"