“He’s got brains. So many centers haven’t, you know.”
“Huh? ’S at so? Well, let me inform you—Oh, good work, Phil! How’s that for a neat little canter, Toby? More than twenty yards! What’s eating that referee? Oh, my word! Offside—no, holding! I didn’t see any holding, did you? That referee’s crazy!”
“No, I didn’t see any holding unless you call it holding to nearly pull a fellow’s arm off him!”
“Who did that?”
“Ted Halliday.”
“Idiot! Look what it’s cost them! Say, is Deering playing?”
“No, that’s Bates at right half. And Roover at left. Arn will get in, of course. Maybe he’s been in. Mr. Lyle will use about every fellow he’s got to-day, I suppose.”
“Yes, he’ll use a lot to-day and lose a lot to-morrow or Monday. Look at that line of victims over there. A good third of them will be missing next week.”
“Yes, and some of them will be playing on the Second, Sid. I wouldn’t wonder if we got a good center pretty soon.”
“Soon! we’ve got one right now. I don’t want to seem boastful, but—Gee, what a rotten punt! Who was that? Snowden, eh? Well, Larry wants to do better than that or he will lose his job! Gee, I could kick a ball farther than that myself!”