“Why not three out of three?” asked Maury with a laugh.
“Oh, we mustn’t discourage them. They might quit, you know.”
“No, they wouldn’t,” said Sherwood. “Broadwood’s no quitter. I’ll say that for her.”
“I thank you on behalf of our defeated rival,” said Maury, with a polite bow. “You’re going over to the game, aren’t you?”
“Rather! I guess every fellow in school is going. There’s going to be five coaches, all they could scrape up, and a bunch of us will have to walk.”
“I shall borrow Hal’s motor cycle,” remarked Felder carelessly. Goodyear punched him playfully in the ribs.
“Over my dead body, sonny! I need that myself.”
“Then you may take me on the handle bars.”
“All right, if you’ll stand the risk, I will. Got your life insured?”