Devoe was coaching.

Sydney could see Neil, the farthest away of any, lifting the leather toward the posts from a difficult angle on the twenty-yard line.

Even as he watched, the ball sailed away from Neil's toe and went fair over the cross-bar, and Sydney silently applauded.

He set himself to recognizing the other kickers.

There was Gale, the tall and rather heavy fellow in the crimson sleeves; and Mason, equally tall but all corners and angles; and Smith, and Gillam, and Foster.