“Do you snore?” demanded The Fungus.
“I guess not.”
“You mean you cal’late not. Can you play football?”
“No, but I’d like to try.”
The Fungus viewed him pityingly and turned to Sandy.
“He’d like to try, Sandy.” Sandy shook his head sorrowfully.
“Where have I heard that before?” he murmured.
“Well, Boland, you room with me, I guess,” said Ned. “Come on in and I’ll call Marm.”
John looked gratefully up at his roommate and edged his way between the others. Half way up the steps Hoop stuck a foot out and John completed his ascent hurriedly and ungracefully. At the top he turned with flashing eyes and clenched hand.