"A few bruises," said Hugo. "Actually no more dangerous than if they went fox hunting, when you stop to think of it."
"I suppose so," said the woman. "And there's just the two of them."
"Oh, no. I wouldn't go to all that trouble just for my two. They have two teams. The girls from Miss Chapin's on one team, and the other team consists of girls from Spence and Green Vale and the Brearley. There're the Greens—they're the girls from Miss Chapin's—and the Blues, from the other schools."
"Is that so?" said the woman.
"It's really lots of fun," said Hugo. He looked at his watch. "Lord, I hate to break this up, but I've got to change. And so have you. My wife'll give me hell."
He had no further conversation with the woman, although she made some effort to get some more information. "I think you've made a conquest," said Gladys Rainsford. "That woman from Cleveland."
"Keep her away from me," said Hugo.
"Don't worry, I will," said Gladys.
It was about six months later that Gladys placed a clipping before him and said, "What the hell is this?"
The clipping was from a magazine published in Cleveland for local consumption. There was an old photograph of Hugo Rainsford in his football uniform, and a more recent picture of him in business clothes. "Where did this come from?" said Hugo.