Steve was playing at left tackle, fighting valiantly against an imaginary opponent, and once, trotting back to his position after a short charge over the turf, he caught the eyes of Andy and Mr.Robey fixed on him speculatively.

He hoped as he settled down again and listened for the signals that Captain Miller had not told the coach of that visit on Saturday night! He wanted to forget that himself and he wanted Andy Miller to forget it.
"That'll be all, Marvin," said Mr.Robey presently.

He clapped his hands.

"Everyone in, please!" he called.

The players flocked to the bench and picked up sweaters and blankets, while Mr.Robey and Andy conversed over the coach's little black book.