"We've got seven home games this year! That's fine, isn't it?
But I'll bet we'll find Woodby a tough proposition on the 12th.

Last year we played her about the 1st of November, and she didn't do a thing to us.

And look at the game they've got scheduled for a week before the Robinson game! That'll wear us out; Artmouth will put just about half of our men on the sick-list.

And--Hello!" he said, dropping his voice; "talk of an angel!" A youth of apparently nineteen years was approaching them.

He was of moderate height, rather slimly built, with dark eyes and hair, and clean-cut features.