He himself was oppressed by a nervousness that couldn't have been worse had he been due to face Robinson's big center the next day.

He feared the "antidote" wouldn't work right; he feared Robinson had found out all about it and had changed their offense; he feared a dozen evils, and Neil was kept busy comforting him.

At nine o'clock Paul returned without tidings of Cowan, and Sydney said good-night.
"I don't believe I'll go out to the field to-morrow," he said half seriously.

"I'll stay in my room and listen to the cheering.

If it sounds right toward the end of the game I'll know that things have gone our way." "You won't be able to tell anything of the sort," said Neil, "for the fellows are going to cheer just as hard if we lose as they would had we won.