Foster finally went off to his room, as he explained airily, "to dash off a letter on his typewriter," a statement that was greeted with howls of derision from the others, who, for want of a better place, went into Butler's bookstore and aimlessly looked over the magazines and papers.
It was while thus engaged that Paul heard his name spoken, and turned to find Mr.Brill smilingly holding out his hand.
"I thought I wasn't mistaken," the Robinson coach said as they shook hands.

"And isn't that your friend Fletcher over there ?" Neil heard and came over, and the three stood and talked for a few minutes.

Mr.Brill seemed well pleased with the football outlook.
"I'll wager you gentlemen will regret not coming to us after to-day's game is over," he laughed.

"I hear you've got something up your sleeve." "We have," said Neil.
"So I heard.

What's the nature of it ?" "It's muscle," answered Neil gravely.
The coach laughed.