“What faculty doesn’t see won’t hurt them,” returned Dan. “What’s happened to your nose, Alf?”
“Haven’t you seen this before?” inquired Alf, feeling gingerly of the strip of plaster that marred the beauty of his countenance. “I got that yesterday in practice. I think Tom handed it to me, although he pretends he didn’t. All I know is that he mistook me for the second once and tried to lay me out.”
“Didn’t,” growled Tom. “You got mixed on your signals, as per usual, and got in the way.”
“Isn’t broken, is it?” asked Dan anxiously.
“No, just gouged out a bit, and rather swelly. What’s new?”
“Nothing, I guess. But I wanted to ask you fellows something.”
“You have come to the right place for knowledge,” said Alf cheerfully. “We are the Oracle Brothers.”
“Well, see here, would it be all right for me to vote for myself next Wednesday?”
“If you can’t find a good candidate,” responded Alf gravely.
“Oh, shut up! I’m in earnest. I’m short two votes as it stands now and Thompson says I ought to agree to vote for myself if we can get hold of another vote anywhere.”