"After the work you did this afternoon you deserve sleep, and anything else you want." He laid aside his coat and hat and sank into the chair which Paul proffered.
"By the way," continued the latter, "I don't think you've met my friend, Neil Fletcher.

Neil, this is Mr.Brill, of Robinson; one of their coaches." The two shook hands.
"I'm delighted to meet the hero--I should say one of the heroes--of the day," said Mr.Brill.

"That run was splendid; the way in which you two fellows got your speed up before you reached the line was worth coming over here to see, really it was." "Yes, Paul set a pretty good pace," answered Neil.
The visitor discussed the day's contest for a few minutes, during which Neil glanced uneasily from time to time at the clock, wondered what the visitor wanted there, and heartily wished he'd take himself off.

But presently Mr.Brill got down to business.
"You know we've had a little victory in football ourselves this fall," he was saying.

"We won from Erskine by 17 to 6 last week, and we're feeling rather stuck up over it." "Wait till next year," said Neil to himself, "and you'll get over it." "And that," continued the coach, "brings me to the object of my call tonight.