Every feller on the ball an' every feller play to his man.

There'll be a lot of females hangin' around, but we don't want any frills for the girls to admire.

But all at it an' all the time." Sam's little red eyes glowed with even a more fiery hue than usual; his rat-like face assumed its most belligerent aspect.
Before the match Larry took the Eagle Hill captain, a young Englishman who had been trying for ten years to make a living on a ranch far up among the foothills and was only beginning to succeed, to his mother, who had been persuaded to witness the game.

They found her in Kathleen's care and under instruction from young Farwell as to the fundamental principles of the game.

Near them a group of men were standing, among whom were Switzer, Waring-Gaunt, and Jack Romayne, listening to Farwell's dissertation.
"You see, Mrs.Gwynne," he said, "no one may handle the ball--head, feet, body, may be used, but not the hands." "But I understand they sometimes hurt each other, Mr.Farwell." "Oh, accidents will happen even on the farm, Mrs.Gwynne.For instance, Coleman this morning had a horse step on his foot, necessitating Larry's going on." "Is Lawrence going to play ?" said Mrs.Gwynne.