Down with Gillam!" "Oh, I dare say," muttered Paul dejectedly.
Neil laid awake a long time that night; he was full of sympathy for his room-mate.

With him friendship meant more than it does to the average boy of nineteen, and he was ready and eager to do anything in his power that would insure Paul's getting into the Robinson game.

The trouble was that he could think of nothing, although he lay staring into the darkness, thinking and thinking, until Paul had been snoring comfortably across the room for more than an hour.
The next afternoon, Sunday, Neil, obeying the trainer's instructions, went for a walk.

Paul begged off from accompanying him, and Neil sought Sydney.

That youth was delighted to go, and so, Neil alternately pushing the tricycle and walking beside it while Sydney propelled it himself, the two followed the river for several miles into the country.