"That, my boy, is a gentleman who will have you standing on your head in just about twenty minutes.

Some eight or ten years ago he was popularly known hereabouts as 'Whitey' Mills.

To-day, if you know your business, you'll address him as _Mister_ Mills." "Oh," said Neil, "he's the head coach, is he ?" "He is, my young friend.

And as he used to be one of the finest half-backs in the country, I guess you'll see something of him before you make the team.

I dare say he can teach even you something about playing your position." Cowan grinned and passed on.
"Oh, go to thunder!" muttered Neil, following him into the building.
He found Mills being introduced by Devoe to such of the new candidates as were on hand.
"You remember Cowan, I guess," Devoe was saying.