By careful management it is possible in falling on a football to bring almost every portion of the anatomy in violent contact with the ground, and this fact was forcibly brought home to Neil, Paul, and all the others by the time the work was at an end.
"I've got bones I never knew the existence of before," mourned Neil.
"Me too," growled Paul.

"And half a dozen of my front teeth are aching from trying to bite holes in the ground; I think they're all loose.

If they come out I'll send the dentist's bill to the management." A few minutes later Neil found himself at left half in one of the six squads of eleven men each that practised advancing the ball.

They lined up in ordinary formation, and the ball was passed to one back after another for end runs.

Mills went from squad to squad, criticizing briefly and succinctly.
"Don't wait for the quarter to pass," he told Paul, who was playing beside Neil.