"One side has to lose." "Oh, it's not that," said Rob, his lip trembling.

"I don't care a sniff for the game." "What, then ?" said his big brother in a voice sharpened by his own thoughts.
"Oh, Jack," said Rob, nervously wreathing his hands, "he--it looked as if he--" the lad could not bring himself to say the awful word.

Nor was there need to ask who it was the boy had in mind.
"What do you mean, Rob ?" the captain's voice was impatient, almost angry.
Then Rob lost his control.

"Oh, Jack, I can't help it; I saw it.

Do you think--did he really funk it ?" His voice broke.