I've played my position for two years, and I guess I know how to do it.

But when a fellow is singled out as a--a scapegoat--" "That will do, Cowan," interrupted Mills quietly.

"You've lost your temper.

We don't want men on this team who can't stand criticism--" "Criticism!" sneered Cowan, looking very red and ugly.
"Yes, criticism!" answered Mills sharply, "and scolding, too, my friend.
I'm here to turn out a team that will win from Robinson and not to cater to any one's vanity; when it's necessary, I'm going to scold and say some hard things.

But I've never insulted any fellow and I never will.
I've had my eye on you ever since practise began, Cowan, and let me tell you that you haven't at any time passed muster; your playing's been slovenly, careless, and generally mean.