“Well, of course, that sort of thing didn’t help you much to make a showing on the field,” commented the coach. “I considered getting after you once or twice, Burton, but I decided each time to keep my hands off. Now, one more thing. Joe Manter was in to see me this forenoon and he told me that an acquaintance of yours, a fellow named Devore, is getting some of his friends around town to put money up to bet on the game next week. Have you heard anything about that?” “No, sir. That is, he did say something to me a week or more ago about betting on the game. Advised me to get hold of some money and bet it on Kenly. He said Kenly was certain to win this year and that he could get me odds when the time came. But that was all that was said. He hasn’t mentioned it to me lately.” “Did you give him any money to bet?” “No, sir. I didn’t have any. I guess I wouldn’t have bet it that way, anyhow!” “Ever talk football with Devore?” “Why, yes, sir, quite often.” “Well, what was said? Was he interested in football?” “Yes, I’d say he was. He talked about it a good deal when we were playing pool together.” “Did he seem interested in our plays or our signals?” “No, sir. I don’t remember that he ever showed much interest in things like plays and signals. We just talked about the game in general, and about last year’s game and all that.” “I see. You’re certain you didn’t explain anything about this year’s plans or the plays we were using or our signal code?” “No, sir, I don’t think-- Well, maybe I did tell him something about some of the plays. He’d get to boosting Kenly and knocking our team, sir, and saying that we didn’t have any plays that would score. Maybe I did talk a bit too much. Did I do any harm, sir?”