I couldn't lean on a word from you, Dick.

So you fairly drove me into planning something that would either carry off the game or make us look like chromos of football players.

You wouldn't say a word, Prescott, that would take any of the blame on yourself! So didn't you force me to win!" "That's ingenious, but not convincing," retorted Dick, as the two chums stepped into dressing quarters.

"To tell you the truth, Dave, I think a good many people now believe that you ought to be the regular captain." But Darrin only grinned.

He knew better.
Some of the fellows tried to praise Fenton to his face.
"Quit! You can't get away with that," chuckled the fast little left end.