"Not play!" exclaimed Wash Handy, opening his mouth unusually wide. "Anything the matter? Got new boots on?"
"Guess he's got a sore toe," remarked Sid Thayer. "He did kick like everything Saturday."
"I don't know as I want to kick any more all this vacation. Not unless my foot gets over it."
"Gets over what, Barney?"
"What? why, kicking."
"Which foot is it?"
"I don't seem to know exactly. Mebbe it's one, and then I ain't half sure it isn't the other."
"Queer you can't tell."
"Well, you know how we played last Saturday, nigh all day?"
"Best day for foot-ball there ever was in this town."