For the good of the team

by Ralph Henry Barbour

“I’ll say you do. And you’ve got a corking tan. Where’d you get it?”

“I was on the river a good deal. You aren’t exactly pallid yourself, you know.”

“I know. Hot, isn’t it? Haynes gave us nearly two hours to-day, drat him!”

“Tell me about him, Stuart. What’s he like?”

“All right, I guess. Rather nice-looking chap. Pleasant and all that.”

“I’m glad,” said Neil. “I hope you’re going to get on together all right.”

Stuart frowned slightly. “Why shouldn’t we? Gee, you talk as if I didn’t usually get on with folks!”

“I didn’t mean to,” replied the other. “What’s the news? Who’s back? How’s Jack?”

“Jack’s all right. Most of the fellows we know are here, I guess. There isn’t much news though. We’ve put in four days of hard practice, two sessions daily, and things look pretty good. We’ve got a corking lot of fellows to start with. If Haynes doesn’t develop too many fool notions I guess we’ll have a record season.”