"I'd like to see that list," remarked "Crackers," wistfully.
"Hi, hi, there, Tom Clifton," shouted Benny Wilkins, "trot over this way."
"Well?" inquired Tom, an instant later.
"Is that—er—er—what was the big word you used just now, 'Crackers'?"
"Tentative, you ignoramus."
"Thanks! A tentative list of players, Tom?"
Tom looked very wise.
"Maybe it is, and maybe it isn't," he answered, slowly. "Just think it over while you're eating doughnuts. Going to practice to-morrow, Lawrence? Good! The more the merrier!"
"The more the sorrier, you mean—when the list is pasted up," interposed Benny.
"I shouldn't be surprised if somebody got pasted after the pasting," said "Crackers."