VI
The Gladiators
HEY'VE come up from the Midlands taking everything before them and they've got such jolly swelled heads by this time that they think themselves invincible."
"Who?" said I dreamily. I was not a footballer, and I happened at the moment—inconsiderately no doubt—to be thinking of other things.
"Why these puffed up Gladiators," Georgie explained indignantly. "Conceited brutes!"
"Can't you beat them?" I asked.
Georgie stood up with his back to the fire, and his candid brow wrinkled to a frown.
"That's the devil of it," said he sadly. "We've no team just now. Craig's in
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