“No, I couldn’t get away, but I was talking with a fellow who was over to it. He said you made a sweet run. Right through the other team, he said, and never hurried!”
“He was slightly mistaken, though,” said Bert dryly, “for I certainly did hurry.”
“Yeah, I guess you had to! But this guy—this fellow said you fooled ’em all pretty clever. Good game, eh?”
“We think so,” answered the host, aware that his dislike of Devore was returning. “We naturally would.”
“Sure.” Devore chuckled. “Make anything?”
“Make anything?” Bert looked puzzled. “Only that touchdown.”
Devore laughed. “I meant did you have any money up. But I guess those Mt. Millard kids aren’t very sporty. Say, what do you think of our chances in the scrap with Kenly, eh?”
“Our chances?”
“Yeah, Alton’s. Who’s going to win that, would you say?”