"I wish I'd gone to Robinson." "No, you don't," said Neil.

"You'd rather sit on the side-line at Erskine than play with a lot of hired sluggers." "Much you know about it," Paul growled.

"If I don't get into the Robinson game I'll--I'll leave college." "But what good would that do ?" asked Neil.
"I'd go somewhere where I'd stand a show.

I'd go to Robinson or one of the smaller places." "I don't think you'd do anything as idiotic as that," answered Neil.
"It'll be hard luck if you miss the big game, but you've got three more years yet.

What's one?
You're certain to stand the best kind of a show next year." "I don't see how.