"Thurlow; let Reynolds take his place at third."
Chub groaned.
"Maybe I'd better try it myself, sir. And let Reynolds take second."
But Mr. Cobb shook his head.
"Won't do," he answered. "You're needed where you are."
"All right. Where's Reynolds? Hello, Roy! Isn't this the limit? If only you hadn't been such an idiot!"
"Why?" asked Roy, his face one broad smile.
"Why? Why! Oh, go to thunder! Because if you were playing first we wouldn't be in such a hole, that's why."
"I'm going to," answered Roy.
"Going to what?"