Think of what it would mean to the second team--and the school--and the nation! I shudder to contemplate it.

That where it is?
I thought so from your facial contortions.

Lie still, can't you?
How do you suppose I can--rub if--you--twist like--that ?" "Don't be so--so plaguey enthusiastic!" gasped Clint.
"Nonsense! Grin and bear it.

Think what it would mean if you were lost to the team!" "Oh, dry up," grumbled Clint.

"How did you get on with your silly tennis today ?" "All right.