"You know more about this game than men who've worked at it for years."
His face of a parson grimaced.
"You'd soon be able to hire me, if you'd stick on the job instead of going back to college to get smashed up at football."
George, however, didn't suffer much damage that year. He played brilliantly through a season that without him would have been far more disastrous than it was.
When it was all over Squibs sat one night silently for a long time. At last he stirred, lighted his pipe, and spoke.
"I ought to say to you, George, that I was as satisfied with you in defeat as I was in victory."
"I outplayed Planter, anyway, didn't I?"
Bailly studied him.
"Did that mean more to you than having Princeton beaten?"
"It kept Princeton from being beaten worse than it was."