After one catch for which he had to run back several yards, he let himself out and booted the leather with every ounce of strength.

The ball sailed high in a long arching flight, and sent several men across the field scampering back into the grand stand for it.
"I guess you've done that before," said a voice beside him.

A short, stockily-built youth with a round, smiling face and blue eyes that twinkled with fun and good spirits was observing him shrewdly.
"Yes," answered Neil, "I have." "I thought so," was the reply.

"But you're a freshman, aren't you ?" "Yes," answered Neil, turning to let a low drive from across the gridiron settle into his arms.

"And I guess you're not." "No, this is my third year.