“Nary a spooch!”
Joe splashed and gurgled and Hal watched, grinning broadly. Presently he observed carelessly: “I say, Joe, we’ve only got two more days to get our application in if we want this room next year.”
Joe dried his face with unusual care. “That’s right,” he said at last. “Guess we’d better get busy, eh?”
Maynard fell in with Naylor, assistant manager, on his way out. Naylor was still figuring his totals in the official score book and Maynard peered over his shoulder.
“What did you give Kenton on that last play?” he asked.
“Kenton? Kenton wasn’t in it, you idiot! Wilder played—”
“Still,” said “Granny” soberly, “I think you should have credited him with a sacrifice.”
And he went on, leaving Naylor looking after him commiseratingly.