“And have they a good team this year?”
“One of the best ever, sir. They’ve got a fellow named Warren—he was center for Princeton last year—helping coach over there. They say he’s a wonder.”
“Well,” said Dan, “we’ve got a Yale man coming down to-morrow to help us. And Alf’s brother is coming, too, for a couple of days.”
“If he can get away,” grumbled Alf. “He makes me tired. He made all sorts of promises last year and now he just squeals.”
“For my part,” remarked Tom, “I think Broadwood’s going to give us fits this year. She’s got a dandy team, good coaches and we have to play her on her own grounds.”
“There’s a good deal in that,” agreed Dan. “I mean in playing away from home.”
“Well, we will do the best we can,” said Alf cheerfully. “I wonder if I might have some more of the egg plant, sir?”
“There’s one thing we have to cheer us up,” said Tom, “and that is that our captain is still able to peck at a little food.”
“I’m very glad he is,” replied Mr. Pennimore with a smile. “And I’d like to see you and Dan doing a little better. Have some more of the chicken, won’t you, Tom?”
“No, sir, thanks. I eat very little.”