I've got 'em through this far an' I'll not be havin' them breakin' their legs an' arms for the sake of a bit of practice, sir." "Hang their arms and their legs!" fumed Mr.Robey.

"They might as well not have any as start the game Saturday half-baked! Give me a chance, Danny!" "'Tis takin' big chances, sir, playin' 'em on this sort of a field." "Then we'll take chances!" growled the coach.

"Now get in there, first, and rip it up! Show what you can do! You've got six to go on third down; put it over! Wait a minute! Thursby! Get in there for Innes and hold that centre of the line steady." "Trot all the way in, my boy, and get a good rubbin'," directed Danny to the discomforted Innes.

"Hi! Put your blanket on! Are you crazy ?" "Play lower there, Hall! Throw them back, second!" entreated "Boots." "Don't let them have an inch!" Then the first piled through Brownell for three yards, slipping in the mud, panting, grunting to the accompaniment of thudding feet and the _swish_ of wet canvas.

Above the players a cloud of steam hovered as they disentangled themselves.