"I'm glad you're back, chum, but I can see my finish." "Nonsense," said Neil, "you'll be back to-morrow.

Gillam is putting up a star game, and that's a fact; but your weight will help you, and if you buckle down for the next few days you'll make it all right." But Paul refused to be comforted and remained silent and gloomy all the way home.

Knowing how Paul had set his heart upon making the varsity for the Robinson game, Neil began to be rather worried himself.

He felt, unnecessarily of course, in a measure responsible for the crowning of his friend's ambition.

When he had prevailed on Paul to relinquish the idea of going to Robinson, he had derided the possibility of Paul failing to make the Erskine team; and now that possibility was rapidly assuming the appearance of a probability.