Ken paused, and then when about to reply Raymond burst out.
“Worry, he says it's forestry, but he only took up that fool subject because he likes to chase around in the woods. He's nutty about trees and bears and mustangs. He was in Arizona last summer. You ought to hear some of the stories he's told me. Why, if they're true he's got Frank Nelson and Jim Hawkins skinned to a frazzle.”
“For instance?” asked Worry, very much surprised and interested.
“Why stories about how he was chased and captured by outlaws, and lassoed bears, and had scraps with Mexicans, and was in wild caves and forest fires, and lots about a Texas ranger who always carried two big guns. I've had the nightmare ever since we've been in the training-house. Oh, Ken can tell stories all right. He's as much imagination as he's got speed with a ball. And say, Worry, he's got the nerve to tell me that this summer he expects to help an old hunter lasso mountain-lions out there in Arizona. What do you think of that?”
“It's straight goods!” protested Ken, solemnly facing the bright-eyed boys.
“We want to go along!” yelled everybody.
“Say, Peg, I ain't stuck on that idee, not a little bit,” replied the coach, dubiously.
“Worry has begun to worry about next season. He's afraid Peg will get that arm chewed off,” put in Reddy.
“Well, if I've got to choose between lettin' Peg chase mountain-lions and seein' him chased by 'em fat-head directors, I'll take my chances with the lions.”
Then all in a moment Worry became serious.