“I don’t see,” he said finally to Evan, “why you want to give those chaps money for their old team after the way they treated you.”
“Well, I dare say I didn’t do very well,” Evan replied. “In fact, I’m sure I didn’t. I can’t play end and I told Devens so when I started. And he didn’t need a quarter or a half—”
“The dickens he didn’t! Call that chap Hinkley a half-back, do you? Well, I don’t. And they need a good quarter on the First Team, too. Miller’s a frost. How’s the ankle getting on?”
“Oh, it’s all right now,” Evan replied.
“That’s good. You may need the use of it before long.”
“Why?”
“Oh, you’ll see.”
“Say, Rob, you’re beastly mysterious to-night,” complained Malcolm. “What have you got up your sleeve?”
“Only my arm,” answered Rob. “I’ll tell you all about it, Mal, as soon as—as my plans are perfected.”