Neil, sitting listlessly between Paul and Foster, heard it with a little ache at his heart.

He was glad that Paul was not to be disappointed, but it was hard to think that he was to have no part in the supreme battle for which he had worked conscientiously all the fall, and the thought of which had more than once given him courage to go on when further effort seemed impossible.
"Stone, Tucker, Browning, Stowell, Witter, Carey, Devoe, Foster, Gale--" "Good for you, Paul," whispered Neil.

Then he sighed as the list went on-- "Gillam, Mason." Then a long string of substitutes was read.

Neil's name was among these, but that fact meant little enough.
"Every man whose name has been read report at eleven to-morrow for lunch.

Early to bed is the rule for every one to-night, and I want every one to obey it." Mills paused; then he went on in softer tones: "Some of you are disappointed.