You'll be better by Monday.

And you might take a walk to-morrow afternoon; go off into the country somewhere; see if you can't find some one to go with you.

How's the shoulder?
No trouble there, is there ?" "No, there's no trouble anywhere; I just wasn't hungry." "Well, you do what I've told you and you'll get your appetite back, my boy." Neil turned away frowning and took himself to his lodging, feeling angry with Simson because he was going to keep him off the field, and angry with himself because--oh, just because he was.
But Neil was not the only person concerned with Erskine athletics who was out of sorts that night.

A general air of gloom had pervaded the dinner-table.

Mills had been even silenter than usual; the three other coaches present had been plainly worried, and Simson, in spite of his attempts to keep the conversation cheerful, had showed that he too was bothered about something.