“He was, honest to goodness! Why, Billy’s a--a great admirer of yours, General. He said more nice things about your playing than I ever heard him say about any fellow’s--not excepting his own! And now you go and let them make a goat of you. Too bad, son.” “We-ell, I’ve half a notion that Johnny will let me play guard after this,” said Leonard. It was more a hope than a notion, though. Slim shook his head doubtfully. “I wouldn’t bank on it,” he said. “You know, General, you aren’t quite built for a guard.” After supper--Slim had been eating at training table for a long while now--Leonard was leaning over a Latin book in Number 12 when the door opened violently and things began to happen to him. First he was precipitated backward until his head touched the floor and his feet gyrated in air. Then he was sat on while rude hands tweaked his nose and the lately occupied chair entangled his feet. About that time Leonard began to resent the treatment and got a firm hold on Slim’s hair. But Slim wouldn’t have that. “No, General,” he announced firmly. “Be quiet and take your medicine. You are being disciplined, son. This isn’t a mere vulgar brawl. This is for the good of your poor little shriveled soul.” “Well, let up on my nose then, you crazy idiot! What am I being disciplined for! And get off my tummy a minute so I can kick that blamed chair out of the way!” “Don’t vent your spleen on the poor inanimate chair,” remonstrated Slim reproachfully. “It never did anything to you, you deceiving goof. Look at me! In the eye--I mean eyes! Why didn’t you tell me what happened this afternoon?” “I did.” “General!” “Ouch! Quit, you--you crazy--” “Why didn’t you tell me _all_? Look at me, consarn yer!” “I am, Slim! Doggone it, will you quit?” “Stop struggling! General, you’ve got to come clean. Did you or didn’t you deceive me?” “I did not.” “General, you did. Since then I have learned the truth. You went and made yourself one of these here football heroes, you did, General. Broke through--no, crashed through the enemy line and fell on the fumbled ball, thus bringing victory to your beloved Alma Mater! Not once, but twice did you do this thing. I know all, and lying won’t help you any longer. Confess, drat your pesky hide! Did you or isn’t they?” “They is!” groaned Leonard. “For the love of Mike, Slim, get off my supper!” Slim removed himself, and Leonard struggled out of the clutches of the chair and got to his feet. “For two cents,” he said, “I’d lay you over that blamed chair and paddle you, Slim.” “No, you wouldn’t, son. You know very well that you deserved all you got, and a little bit more. You deceived me, me your friend! You--” “Oh, dry up,” laughed Leonard. “What did you expect me to do? Tell you how good I was? Those second team fellows that played against me were dead easy, Slim. A child could have got through those chaps. Why, you could yourself, Slim! Well, I won’t go that far, but--”