It means more to him than it does to me, and next fall will soon be here.

I can wait." "_Fletcher! Wake up, will you_ ?" Foster was glaring at him angrily.

The blood rushed into Neil's face and he leaped to his position.

Even Ted Foster's patience had given out, Neil told himself; and he, like all the rest, would have only contempt for him to-morrow.

The ball was wet and slimy and easily fumbled.