“Rotten! There’s no sense to that sort of stuff. I thought I was going to play football, not bean-bag!”
“It is rather tiresome at first,” said Toby, “but you’ll soon be through with that. To-morrow——”
“Yes, I’m through with it right now,” growled Tubb. “I’ve had all I want, thanks, Tucker.”
“Oh, piffle, Tubb! You’re not going to quit like that!”
“Ain’t I? You watch me!” replied the other grimly.
“Better give it a fair trial. After all, there’s a certain amount of drudgery to be gone through with, no matter what you take up. Learning to handle the ball is quite necessary, Tubb.”
“A whole afternoon of it isn’t necessary, I guess. Anyway, I’m through.” Tubb kicked the shoes aside scowlingly. “I knew how it would be. A few fellows get all the pickings and the others play the goat. All you’ll get out of it, Tucker, is a lot of hard work, and then they’ll give you the bounce.”
“What of it if I have a good time before they do?” asked Toby cheerfully.
“A good time!” sneered the other.
“Sure. Come on and have a shower and you’ll feel better, Tubb.”