"I'm Fletcher.

That's Gale over there, the fellow in the old red shirt; he was our captain at Hillton last year." Foster looked across at Paul and then back at Neil.

He was evidently comparing them.

He shook his head.
"It's a good thing he's got dark hair and you've got light," he said.
"Otherwise you wouldn't know yourselves apart; you're just of a height and build, and weight, too, I guess.

Are you related ?" "No.