“Nothing better,” replied Stacey gravely.
“I think it’s fine of you,” said Tad earnestly. “Cotting will be so pleased, Kitty!”
“Think so?” Kitty looked modest. “Of course I don’t know much about it. Learn, though, I guess. Understand strength and stamina are requisites of football. Got ’em. You fellows know that.”
“You bet we do, Kitty! I’d back you against Sandow any old day,” declared Tom. “My word, but it’s a bully thing for the team!”
“Don’t know about that. Afraid it’ll take me a while to learn the—er—fine points, eh?”
“Pshaw!” said Warren. “A fellow of your ability can learn the game in a day, Kitty!”
“Suppose you’re kidding me,” replied Kitty good-naturedly. “Don’t mind. May be an ass, but I’ll have a try at it.”
And Kitty, nodding with a final owl-like stare, took himself off.