“‘He also serves,’ quoted Chick, ‘who only—’”
“Serve be blowed,” interrupted Bert shortly. “I want to play football! Sitting and waiting isn’t so good. I’d like a little fun and a little glory, Chick.”
“You’d have had it if I’d been elected,” said Chick.
“Whether I deserved it or not, eh?” laughed the other.
“That’s all right,” answered Chick, with dignity. “I’d have looked after you. Where’s my French Comp?”
“You’ve got your elbow on it, unless my eyes deceive me. Speaking of that obnoxious language, Chick, have you heard the new one Tommy Parish got off the other day?”
“What’s that little fat shrimp kicking about now?” asked Chick, opening his book under the light.
“Oh, this was just some of his French that he’s always springing. He was over at practice; Monday, I guess; and when Pete Ness made that nice run Tommy gets up and yells ‘Garcon, allez vous en!’”
“Allez vous— What did he mean?”
“Well,” laughed Bert, “‘Attaboy’ was the way he translated it!”