Shall we show you a few of them?
If you object to observing our tackles---and sharing in the effects---then signify your wishes by placing yourselves at a safe distance from such enthusiastic football wranglers as we are." Greg, Danny Grin and Harry were already crouching as though for a spring.

Dave took his place in an imaginary football line-up, leaning slightly forward.

Tom Reade sighed, then advanced to the line.

All were waiting for the battle signal from Dick Prescott.
By this time the most talkative of the three tramps noted the signs of a gathering squall.
"Come on, mates," he urged, with a sulky growl, "let's get out of here.

These young fellows want their place all to themselves.
They're just like all of the capitalistic class that are ruining the country to-day! Things in this country are coming to a pass where there's nothing for the fellow who-----" "Who won't work hard enough to get the place in the world that he wants," Tom Reade finished for the tramp, as he ushered the three of them through the doorway..