Hal sat up suddenly in the Morris chair and looked like a Great Discoverer.
“Say what?” murmured Allan, drowsily.
“What’s the matter with that man Burley?”
“A good deal, I should say, if you ask me,” answered Allan.
“I mean for a guard,” said Smiths, impatiently.
“He probably never saw a football,” objected Allan. “They don’t play it out West, do they?”
“Don’t they, though! Look at Michigan and Wisconsin and—and the rest of them!”
“I refuse.”
“Why, Burley’s just the man! He must weigh two hundred if he weighs a pound!”