attention to essentials. And we all know that he paid so little heed to the subs that when we wanted them we didn't have second or third string players who could do anything at all. I'm not trying to put the loss of the game on Farrell, of course, but—well, he did make mistakes. I suppose we all do."
"Of course we do," responded Dick cheerfully. "Only let's try and make as few as possible, and by all means let's make fewer than the other fellow. Will you look after posting those notices, George, the first thing in the morning?"
"So will do," answered the manager. "Want to see 'em?"
Dick read them over and approved. "Then that's all for this time, I guess," he said, reaching for his crutches. "I'll be going on. Want a lift, Chester?"
"No, thanks, I'll stay a while longer. Good night, Dick. Here's hoping!"
Dick smiled in the doorway.
"Here's trying," he corrected.
