BETWEEN THE HALVES Neil trotted along at the tail-end of the procession of substitutes, so deep in thought that he passed through the gate without knowing it, and only came to himself when he stumbled up the locker-house steps.

He barked his shins and reached a conclusion at the same instant.
At the door of the dressing-room a strong odor of witch-hazel and liniment met him.

He squeezed his way past a group of coaches and looked about him.

Confusion reigned supreme.

Rubbers and trainer were hard at work.