"You're a cheeky cuss," said Billy, but he laughed. "Well, that's the way the battle was fit, fellows. This year 'G.G.' will probably detail a couple of fellows to do nothing but watch Mr. Grosfawk. If he ever gets loose, good-by, game!"
"Oh, piffle," said Tom. "The guy's good, I dare say, but you fellows let him hypnotize you. It takes more than one player, no matter how good he is, to win a game. All you've got to do this year is break up their passing game. You must have had a slow bunch, I guess."
"Tom," said Billy, shaking his head, "you're a great little know-it-all. You come around and tell me all that again in a couple of months and maybe I'll believe it. There's the gong, Bingham. Better beat it. Good night. See you again soon, I hope."
