"I'm feeling fine.

Gillam can't last the game, nor Paul.

I wish you'd let--" "See Devoe about it," answered Mills shortly.

He hurried away, leaving Neil with open mouth and reddening cheeks.
"Well, that's what I get for disappointing folks," he told himself.
"Only he needn't have been _quite_ so short.

What's the good of asking Devoe?
He won't let me on.