You can do it, all right.

And on Saturday, if you get in--and I can't see how you can help it--you've got to play real football, Edwards.

Think you can do all that ?" "Yes." Steve's heart was thumping pretty hard and his breathing was uncertain, as though he had raced the length of the field with a pigskin tucked in the crook of his arm, and his gaze sought the floor for fear those two would read the almost tragic ecstasy that shone in them.
"Yes," he repeated, "I'll learn.

And I'll--I'll play!" "All right.

You'd better join the 'varsity table to-night.