“I don’t know,” replied Martin discouragedly. “How’d I do as a full-back?”
“Great! Say, Mart, do something for me, will you? Go and tell Johnny to let you play full-back!”
“Oh, dry up, you big ape! I could play full-back as well as Steve Browne can.”
“Steve hasn’t a chance!”
“Who, then?”
“Search me! We’ve got to find someone. Steve’s a good chap, but he hasn’t the weight, speed, or fight for full-back. If we could buy Brand’s brother out of the Navy, now—”
“Well, you did your best,” laughed Martin. “You got the right bag, but the wrong boy! Look here, Brand—”
“I refuse to answer to that name,” said Willard haughtily.
“What’s the matter with it? It’s a perfectly good name. What I was about to say when so rudely interrupted—”