That's the best I can do anyway, so let's get to them." The situation was sufficiently gloomy to stir Joe to his supremest efforts and to kindle Sam's spirit to a blazing flame.

"We don't need Sykes nor nobody else," he shouted to his men as they moved on to the field.

"They can wear their boots out on that defence line of ours an' be derned to 'em.

An', Bottles, you got to play the game of your life to-day.

None of your fancy embroidery, just plain knittin'.