But there was nothing for it save to go on and try to retrieve his fatal error.

The white face of Story turned toward him, and Joel read in the brief glance no anger, only an almost tearful grief.

He swung upon his heel with a muttered word that sounded ill from his lips.

But he was only a boy and the provocation was great; let us not remember it against him.
The Yates center threw back the ball for a kick, and Joel went down the field after it.

As he ran he wondered if Story would try him again.