“You’re getting it, too,” said Harry sadly. “I shall have to stop associating with you chaps; first thing I know I’ll be as crazy as you are!”
“Wish you were,” answered Phin smilingly. “We need help. How are you coming on, by the way?”
“Physically I am doing very well, thank you; recovering strength, appetite, and the use of my limbs; Doc says I can go out to-morrow; but I am troubled in mind, Phin; it worries me to see you becoming a victim to Hanselitis.”
Hansel dropped in just before dinner time, after Phin was gone, and he, too, had to tell of last evening’s proceedings. And he had to listen to very much the same remarks that had been made for Phin’s benefit. But when Harry made the statement that nothing could prevent Cameron from playing football, Hansel took him up.
“You wait and see,” he said oracularly.
“Sure, I’ll wait and see,” answered Harry cheerfully. “Maybe you’d like to bet on it, Hansel.”
“I don’t bet.”
“All right, then I’ll do the betting. If Billy doesn’t play in the Fairview game I’ll give you—what do you want?”
“Well,” said Hansel, looking about the study, “I need a good sweater. I’ll take that white one over there on the couch.”
“Done! The old thing’s got me into trouble enough already, and you can have it if— But I don’t believe you’ll own it.”