Dutton, Selkirk, Murdoch--Murdoch ?" "Right!" The voice emerged from the folds of a woolen sweater which had stubbornly refused to go on or off.

With a smile the head coach continued the list, each man responding as his name was announced and crowding to the doorway.
"Chesney, Rutland, Burbridge, Barton--" A murmur arose from the listening throng, and Chase, a tall, pale-faced youth, his cheek exhibiting the marks of a contact with some one's shoe cleats, groaned loudly and flung himself on to a bench, where he sat looking blindly before him until the list was finished.
"Story, Prince--" "Here!" called the latter, jumping from his seat.

Then a sharp, agonized cry followed, and Prince toppled over, clutching vainly at the air.

The head coach paused.

The doctor and the trainer pushed toward the fallen man, and a moment later the former announced quietly: "He's fainted, sir." "Can he go on ?" asked the head coach.
"He is out of the question.