“I don’t know. I saw Hop this noon and told him I wanted a fair show and he said I’d get it. Maybe I will, and maybe I won’t. All I want now is a shower.”
“Here too,” agreed Devens. “Anything doing to-night, Jelly?”
“A little something, I guess,” replied Jelly cautiously, with a quick glance at Evan. “I haven’t heard much about it.”
Evan looked at the others inquiringly, but asked no questions, and Devens changed the conversation.
“That’s a nice pair of trousers you’ve got there, Jelly. Why don’t you take a turn in them around the bottoms so as to keep them out of the mud?”
“You dry up,” responded Jelly good-humoredly. “I had to have them big so as I could get them around me. I guess I’ll ask Mrs. Crow to cut them off for me.”
“I would. Maybe she can make you an overcoat of the trimmings. Got a locker, Kingsford?”
“Yes, thanks,” Evan replied as they climbed the gymnasium steps and pushed open the big oak door. “But I haven’t any towels yet. Can you loan me one?”
“Sure thing—if I have any. I always forget to have ’em washed.”