"Look here, Tim," he said; "what's the use of stewing around this way?
Why can't we all pull together?"
"Did I do anything to you?" Tim asked.
"No, but—What's the use of tormenting Bobbie?"
"Gee! Are you the keeper of the whole patrol?"
Don bit his lips. The talk wasn't going at all the way he wanted.
"We've got to work together," he said, "or we won't have a chance for the cup."
"Don't you worry about me," Tim said airily. "I'll do my share. Didn't I show up for practice today?"
"Yes."
"Well, what more do you want?"
Don hesitated. Tim began to grin. He walked back to the fence and leaned there carelessly.