"Next year you'll be twice the man.

You're just getting into your game." Right loyally his men rallied to their captain: "Right you are!" "Why, certainly; no man gets into the game first year!" "We'll give 'em beans next year, Cameron, old man!" They were all eager to atone for the criticism which all had held in their hearts and which one of them had spoken.

But this business was serious.

To lose a game was bad enough, but to round on a comrade was unpardonable; while to lose from the game a half-back of Cameron's calibre was unthinkable.
Meanwhile Cameron was tearing off his football togs and hustling on his clothes with fierce haste.

Dunn kept his eye on him, hurrying his own dressing and chatting quietly the while.