"I went in late--Mills had us blocking kicks--and was changing my things over in a dark corner when they hurried in and went over into the next alley and began to talk.

At first they were whispering, but after a bit they talked loud enough for me to hear every word." "Well, anyhow--and I'm awfully much obliged, Fletcher--I don't intend to run from a few sophs.

I'll lock the front door and this one and let them hammer." "But--" "Nonsense; when they find they can't get in they'll get tired and go away." "And you'll go out and get nabbed at the corner! That's a clever program, I don't think!" cried Neil in intense scorn.

"Now you listen to me, Livingston.

What you want to do is to put your glad rags in a bag and--What's that ?" He leaped to his feet and peered out of the window.