But for all that there was an October sparkle in the air, and once in a while a tiny breeze from the north came across the yellowing field and whispered that winter was not far behind.
Sydney had a rug thrown over his lower limbs and wore a warm white woolen sweater.

There was quite a dash of color in his usually pale cheeks, and his blue eyes flashed with interest as he watched the men at practise.

Near at hand a panting group of fellows were going through the signals, the quarter crying his numbers with gasps for breath, then passing the ball to half-or full-back and quickly throwing himself into the interference.

Sydney recognized him as Bailey, the varsity substitute.

Sydney knew almost all the players by sight now and the names of many.
Near the east goal two lines of heaving, charging men were being coached by Mills in breaking through.