Then the Hillton players, pale, dirty, half defeated, trotted lamely off the field and around the corner of the stand to the little weather-beaten shed which served for dressing room.

And the blue-clad team trotted joyfully down to their stage, and there, behind the canvas protections were rubbed down and plastered up, and slapped on the back by their delighted coach and trainer.
In the Hillton quarters life was less cheerful during the ten minutes of intermission.

After the fellows had rubbed and redressed, Remsen talked for a minute or two.

There was no scolding, and no signs of either disappointment or discouragement.

But he cautioned the team against carelessness, predicted a tied score at the end of fifteen minutes, and called for three-times-three for Hillton, which was given with reviving enthusiasm.