“I forgot about its being Sunday,” said Tubb. “I suppose that would have made it worse. Say, he’s got it in for you, too, hasn’t he?”
“Yes, I guess so,” answered Toby tranquilly. “But I should feel faint! Anyhow, he will have to keep the peace until football’s over. I don’t intend to lose my place on the Second for the likes of him!”
“Say, why doesn’t that ninny take you over to the First?” asked Tubb.
“Meaning Mr. Lyle? You have pretty names for your Big Boss! Well, I’ve been thinking about that, Tubb, and I’ve just about concluded that it’s because he doesn’t want me!”
“But, joking aside,” protested the other earnestly, “you play a better game than that guy Clarke, and I’ll bet you could beat Noyes, too, if you had a chance. Noyes is scared all the time. He gets his signals all balled up. No one feels any—whatyoucallit—any—any——”
“You mean that he doesn’t inspire his team with confidence in his ability to—er—meet successfully the——”
“Say, what’s wrong with you?” demanded Tubb anxiously.
Toby chuckled. “That’s what comes of trying to make practical application of what I’ve learned in my English course. Just as soon as I try to speak the language correctly some one jumps on me! It’s no use!”
“I should say not!” agreed Tubb, relievedly. “You talk like an examination paper!”