"You couldn't have heard it with anybody else's," growled Art Bowers.
"Say anything more?" came a query from the front end of the car.
"A whole lot of things," answered Phelps, with importance, "but I can't think of any just now."
"Another sad, sad day," remarked "Crackers" Brown, solemnly.
"You chaps are talking like a bunch of quitters," howled Tom.
"I'm just stating facts."
"We're not discouraged, Brown," said Bob Somers. "The team hasn't shown its true form yet."
"Of course it hasn't," asserted Roger Steele. "Just give us a chance, boys. There was a little lack of team work in to-day's game, and"—he smiled rather grimly—"some of the boys were a bit rattled by the noise and excitement. They couldn't do themselves justice."
"I guess he means me."
Charlie Blake's foot touched the heel of his neighbor's shoe.