He was lying on his back while a rubber was pommeling his neck and shoulders violently and apparently trying to drown him in witch-hazel.

He caught sight of Neil and winked one highly discolored eye.

Neil examined him gravely; Paul grinned.
"There's a square inch just under your left ear, Paul, that doesn't appear to have been hit.

How does that happen ?" Paul grinned more generously, although the effort evidently pained him.
"It's very careless of them, I must say," Neil went on sternly.

"See that it is attended to in the next half." "Don't worry," answered Paul, "it will be." Neil smiled.
"How are you feeling ?" he asked.
"Fine," Paul replied.