He was a prince of half-backs, you know, but I had regularly to kick him about before every big match.

Oh, Tony is a fine sort but he nearly broke my heart till I nearly broke his back." "That does not help much, Jack." For the first time in his life Grant Maitland was at a loss as to how he should handle one of his men.

Were it not for the letter in the desk at his hand he would have made short work of Tony Perrotte.

But there the letter lay and in his heart the inerasible picture it set forth.
"What is the special form that Tony's devilment has taken, may I ask ?" enquired Jack.
"Well, I may say to you, what Wickes knows and has known and has tried for three months to hide from me and from himself, Tony has made about as complete a mess of the organization under his care in the planing mill as can be imagined.

The mill is strewn with the wreckage of unfulfilled orders.