“Are we going to stay here all day?” grumbled Victor.
“Just a few moments, Vic,” laughed Charlie, resuming:
“‘Now that Nat Wingate has gone those high school chaps are like an army without a general.’”
“Huh!” remarked Tom, frowning slightly.
“‘Now, Charlie, here’s what Nat and I think. Bob Somers and his Rambler crowd may be pretty good at bowling over grizzlies, collecting panther skins, or busting bronchos, but when it comes to either football or baseball——’”
“Well, I like that!” broke in Tom indignantly.
“Prepare yourself for the worst,” laughed Charlie. “Listen to this:
“‘I guess they are simply out of the running?’”
“Did you ever, Bob Somers!” cried Tom. “The nerve of him!”
“Oh, don’t worry. I guess the high school eleven can take care of any crowd he brings,” said Bob.