Mills made a motion of disgust, of tragic impatience.
"I don't care," he cried, "if it was on broken glass! You've got orders to fall on the ball.

Now bring it over here, put it down and--_fall_--_on_--_it_!" Neil watched his chum apprehensively.

Knowing well Paul's impatience under discipline, he feared that the latter would give way to anger and mutiny on the spot.

But Paul did as directed, though with bad grace, and contented himself with muttered words as he threw the pigskin to a waiting end and went back to his place.
Soon afterward they were called away for a ten-minute line-up.

Paul, still smarting under what in his own mind he termed a cruel indignity, played poorly, and ere the ten minutes was half up was relegated to the benches, his place at right half being taken by Kirk.