His eyes are like little blue-steel gimlets." "Doesn't look much for strength, though," said Paul.
But when, a few minutes later, Mills appeared on the gridiron in football togs, Paul was forced to alter his opinion.

Chest, arms, and legs were a mass of muscle, and the head coach looked as though he could render a good account of himself against the stiffest line that could be put together.
The practise began with ten minutes of falling on the ball.

The candidates were lined out in two strings across the field, the old men in one, the new material in another.

Neil and Paul were among the latter, and Mills held their ball.

Standing at the right end of the line, he rolled the pigskin in front of and slightly away from the line, and one after another the men leaped forward and flung themselves upon it, missing it at first as often as not, and rolling about on the turf as though suddenly seized with fits.