Neil shook his head, smiling: "I don't know about that; you're not feeling so fit to-day, you know." "Oh, that doesn't matter," answered the cripple.

"You just watch me." Neil laughed, and hurrying off, was fitted with his head harness and trotted out to his place.

Sydney was mistaken, as events proved, for he--in the person of Neil Fletcher--failed to get over the second's goal-line in either of the short halves; which was also true of all the other varsity players.

But if she didn't score, the varsity kept the second at bay, and that was a good deal.

The second played desperately, being convinced that Mills would keep his promise and, if they succeeded in scoring on their opponents, give them the honor of facing Harvard the following Wednesday.