"I came down here," said McCarty, appearing from under the goalposts and hesitating a little, "well, just to feel how it felt again."
"So did I."
Dink stood by the posts, taking one affectionately in his hand, and said curiously: "They tell me, Tough, we held 'em four times inside the ten-yard line."
"Four times, old boy."
"Funny I don't remember but two. Guess I was groggy."
"You didn't show it."
"It was you pulled me through, Tough."
"Rats!"
"It was. There at the last, I remember when you gripped me." As this was perilously near sentiment he stopped. "I say, how many of us tackled that fellow the last time?"
"The whole bunch. I say, Dink."