"Well, it will probably be Holt, if he can spare enough time from football practice to play.

He's had a match with Lewis on for two days now.

They've each won a set and Holt can't play in the afternoon and Lewis refuses to get up early enough in the morning.

And there you are!" "Why don't you award the match to yourself by default ?" inquired Clint innocently.
"To myself?
How the dickens--Oh, get out of here!" Clint got out and as he made his way across to the second team gridiron he heard Amy's impassioned voice behind him.
"Say, Grindell, where under the Stars and Stripes have you been?
Lee has been waiting here for you ever since two o'clock! You fellows certainly give me a pain! Now, look here--" Clint chuckled.

"Funny," he reflected, "to get so excited about a tennis tournament.