One of his feet lay across the knee of the other leg.

He was in the act of unlacing one of his street shoes when Coach Morton called to him.
"Me ?" asked Phin, looking up quickly.
"Yes," said Mr.Morton quietly.

"I want to post you about something." "Oh, all right; right with you, sir," returned Phin, leaping up and following the coach outside.
"What is it ?" asked Phin, beginning to feel uneasy.
"Come along where the others can't hear," replied Mr.Morton, taking hold of Drayne's nearer elbow.
Phin turned white now.

He went along, saying nothing, until Mr.
Morton halted by the outer gate.
"Pass through, Drayne---and never let us see your face inside this gate again." "But why?
What----" "Ask your conscience!" snapped back the coach.

"You'd better travel fast! I'm going back to talk to the other fellows!" Mr.Morton was gone.