If you do it much he's awfully likely to tell you to--ah--stay away altogether!" "Well, in my case--" began Clint, with a smile.
"Now today," went on Black, "Robey wanted you for the second when Tyler got hurt and you weren't there and we had to play a second squad half-back at tackle.

Robey didn't like it and jumped on me about it.

And of course I had to tell him that I hadn't given any cuts.

I'm not supposed to, anyway, but he seemed to think that maybe I had.

If you don't mind, Thayer, it wouldn't be a bad idea to tell him if he asks you that you were--ah--sick, you know." "Do you mean," asked Clint incredulously, "that he wanted me to play on the second this afternoon ?" "Yes, you see Tyler got an awful bat on the head and he's out of the game for several days, I guess.