He had accomplished the defeat of their Eleven, and they would know what sort of youth he was.
While they were talking, leaning against the railing of the bridge, Joel suddenly caught West's arm and drew his attention to a boy some distance away who was looking toward the starting point through a pair of field glasses.

West indulged in a long whistle, plainly indicative of amazement.
"Who's that fellow over there ?" he asked.

One of the St.Eustace boys followed the direction of his gaze.
"Well, you ought to know him.

He knows you.

That's Bartlett Cloud.