human
It was tough, wasn't it, Dick?
gpt
It was--very. I suppose I counted too much on winning that game. Others didn't seem so much to matter. But Blue Hill----
human
I know, Dick, and Paul spoke softly.
gpt
But they didn't play fair.
human
That's what lots of the fellows say, and I saw you hit once. I've no doubt but what there was more slugging--but that doesn't excuse us for not winning.
gpt
No, of course not, but----
human
Come in,
gpt
Say, old man, you act as though your best girl had sent back your letters unopened! exclaimed Ray Dutton as he came in, wearing a bandage on his head, where he had been kicked in that last heart-breaking attack on the Blue Hill goal line.
human
Don't be so down and out about it. Kentfield has lost before, and lived through it.
gpt
Yes, I suppose so, and Dick turned aside from the contemplation of the gloomy weather outside.
human
But it--hurts.
gpt
Of course it does, but all is not lost yet. We have a chance for the championship.
human
A mighty poor one.
gpt
Well, it's a chance, isn't it? If we hadn't had so many men knocked out we could have won, even at that. Blue Hill made one touchdown against us by straight playing. We were about to do the same to her. Then they got one on a fumble. It was my fault for being so silly as to be knocked out, but----
human
It wasn't your fault at all! cried Dick.
gpt
No one could have played better than you did. That whack on the head was enough to bowl anyone over.
human
Yes, I guess it was,
gpt
And the way they handled Paul was rotten,
human
Oh, I'm not kicking, declared the plucky guard.
gpt
I'll be ready for 'em next time.
human
I'm glad there is a next time, spoke Dick.
gpt
How do we stand, anyhow?
human
There are several games yet, said Dutton,
gpt
It's a big contract,
human
Oh, brace up! cried Dutton as cheerfully as he could.
gpt
Here come some of the fellows. Don't let 'em see you in the dumps, Dick.