He stretched his long legs out gingerly because of the aches, sighed contentedly, and looked about him.

His eyes fell on Neil.
"Hello, chum!" he said weakly.

"Haven't you gone in yet ?" "Not yet," answered Neil cheerfully.

"How are you feeling ?" "Oh, I'm--ouch!--I'm all right; a bit sore here and there." "Devoe's going to kick," said Stone uneasily.
The ball had been brought out, and now Foster was holding it directly in front of the center of the cross-bar.

The south stand was cheering and singing wildly in a desperate attempt to rattle the Erskine captain.