human
What's the use of keeping up that old grind at the track, said the Codfish one night.
gpt
Why don't you go over to the Freshman baseball squad? You may get a chance there yet.
human
I'm after something, returned Frank,
gpt
And that something?
human
Don't laugh, it's Hotchkiss. He's been so blamed cocky that I'd give my shoes to lick his mark in the Intercollegiates just for personal satisfaction. I'm too late to do anything with the baseball squad now anyway.
gpt
Noble ambition, said the Codfish,
human
Just the same I'm going to keep at it.
gpt
Go ahead then, jump your legs off, while Turner and I win the glory.