Several went after him, and he was caught in the middle of an adjoining cornfield, where a rough-and-tumble scuffle ensued, with poor Hans at the bottom of the heap. "Hi, git off, kvick!" he gasped. "Dis ton't been no footsball game nohow! Git off, somebody, und dake dot knee mine mouth out of!" "Are you warm, now, Hansy!" asked Tom.

Scotty took a sip from his steaming cup and turned to Hassan. "You ever play football?" Hassan stumbled over the word. "Footsball? What are footsball?" "Never mind." Scotty grinned. "The way you took that clerk out, I thought you might have played blocking back for the Green Bay Packers." The dragoman's bewilderment deepened. Rick came to his rescue. "Football is an American game, Hassan.