Simson's voice, commanding, threatening, was raised above all others, a shrill, imperious note in a rising and falling babel of sound.
Veterans of the first half and substitutes chaffed each other mercilessly.

Browning, with an upper lip for all the world like a piece of raw beef, mumbled good-natured retorts to the charges brought against him by Reardon, the substitute quarter-back.
[Illustration: Erskine vs.

Robinson--The First Half.] "Yes, you really ought to be careful," the latter was saying with apparent concern.

"If you let those chaps throw you around like that you may get bruised or broken.

I'll speak to Price and ask him to be more easy with you." "Mmbuble blubble mummum," observed Browning.
"Oh, don't say that," Reardon entreated.
Neil was looking for Paul, and presently he discovered him.