"We've gone and made the 'varsity score another touchdown for us! Oh, but we're the snappy little heroes, what?
Let's see if Jack can kick a goal and give us another point.

Now then! There we go! Did he or didn't he ?" "He did," replied Clint gloomily.
"Fine! That puts the second 20 to 0, eh?
Say, you've got a team there to be proud of, old top! Never again will I cast aspersions on it, or--What's up?
Why the--the exodus ?" "They're through.

Come on home." "Couldn't stand the punishment any longer, eh ?" asked Amy cheerfully.
"Ah, poor, disgraced, downtrodden 'varsity! My heart bleeds for them, Clint! I could sit me down and weep--" "You'll weep all right if you don't shut up!" declared Clint savagely.
"And don't walk so fast.

I've got a bum knee." Halfway to Torrence Amy stopped suddenly and clasped a hand to his forehead.

"Woe is me!" he declaimed.
"What is it ?" asked Clint impatiently.
"I've left my pretty little trophy behind.