"I'm just getting limbered up." "You look it," said Neil dryly.

"I suppose by the time your silly neck is broken you'll be in pretty good shape to play ball, eh ?" Simson hurried up, closely followed by Mills.
"How's the neck ?" he asked.
"It's all right now," answered Paul.

"It felt as though it had been driven into my body for about a yard." "Do you think you can start the next half ?" asked Mills anxiously.
"Sure; I can play it through; I'm all right now," replied Paul gaily.
Mills's face cleared.
"Good boy!" he muttered, and turned away.

Neil sped after him.
"Mr.Mills," he called.

The head coach turned, annoyed by the interruption.
"Well, Fletcher; what is it ?" "Can't I get in for a while, sir ?" asked Neil earnestly.