“All ready, Rob?” asked Gus.
“All ready. We’d better play over there, hadn’t we? This field is pretty rough.”
“I guess so,” Gus replied. “Who’s going to referee for us?”
“Anyone you say. How about Duffield?”
“He will be satisfactory to us, I guess. I suppose you know I’m going to get Hail Columbia for playing with you chaps?”
“I’ll bet you are,” laughed Rob. “Come on and meet Duffield.”
The coach was extremely polite but not genial, and Gus felt somehow as though he were on the wrong side of the fence.
“Will you referee, Mr. Duffield?” he asked.
“If you like. Want to toss now?”