"You mean he has a hankering for the forlorn chance business? Maybe so. That's not a bad name for the second, is it? The Forlorn Chances! I guess you've got him dead to rights, though. Boots is for the under dog every time. I guess coaching the first and having his pick of the players wouldn't make any sort of a hit with Boots. It would be too tame. Boots likes to take three discarded veterans, two crips and a handful of green youngsters and whittle them into a bunch that will make us sweat and toil to score on. And, what's more, he does it! Bet you anything, Don, this year's second will be every bit as good as last year's." "I won't take it, because I think so myself," laughed Don. "I can't see how he's going to do it, Tim, but something tells me he will!" "Oh, with you to coach the guards it will be no trick at all," said Tim, grinning. Don smiled thinly. "I'll make an awful mess of it, I guess," he muttered. "Not you, boy!" and Tim slapped him encouragingly on the back. "You'll blunder right ahead to glory, same as you always do. You'll make hard work of it and all that, but you'll get there. Don, you're exactly like the porpoise--no, the tortoise in the fable. You don't look fast, old man, but you keep on moving ahead and saying nothing and when the hares arrive you're curled up on the finish line fast asleep. Tortoises can't curl up, though, can they? And, say, what the dickens _is_ a tortoise, anyway? I always get tortoises and porpoises mixed." "A porpoise is a fish," replied Don gravely. "And a tortoise is a land turtle. But they're both anthropoids." "Are they?" asked Tim vaguely. "All right. Here, what are you grinning at? Anthropoids nothing! An anthropoid is a monkey or--or something." "You're an anthropoid yourself, Timmy." "Meaning I'm a monkey?" "Not at all. Here, look it up." And Don shoved a dictionary across the table. Tim accepted it suspiciously. "All right," he said, "but if it's what I think it is you'll have to fight. Anthesis, anthropocosmic----Say, I'm glad you didn't call me that! Here it is. Now let's see. 'Anthropoid, somewhat like a human being in form or other characteristics'! Something like---- You wait till I get you in the tank again! 'Something like a human being'! For two cents I'd lay you on the bed and spank you with that tennis racket!" "I've got two cents that say you can't do it," replied Don. "Well, I could if there wasn't so much of you," grumbled Tim. "Now shut up and let me stuff awhile. Horace has been eyeing me in a way I don't like lately. How's your German going?" "Not very well. It's a silly language, I think. But I guess I'll get the hang of it after awhile. What I want to know is why they can't make their letters the way we do." "Because they're afraid someone might be able to read the plaguy stuff. Tell you what we'll do, Don." "What'll we do?" "We'll go for a swim in the tank after study. Will you?" Don winked slowly. "Not after that threat, thanks."