Mills and Jones were standing near by and looking toward the bench and Neil imagined they were discussing him.

He watched breathlessly, then his heart gave a suffocating leap and he was racing toward the two coaches.
"Warm up, Fletcher." That was all, but it was all Neil asked for.

In a twinkling he was trotting along the line, stretching his cramped legs and arms.

As he passed the bench he tried to look unconcerned, but the row of kindly, grinning faces told him that his delight was common property.

Paul silently applauded.
Meanwhile the teams had again faced each other.