"Red Indian yourself!" cried Paul. "You're nearly twice as tanned as I
am. I don't see how you did it. I was there pretty near all summer and
you stayed just three weeks; and look at us! I'm as white as a sheet
of paper--"

"Yes, brown paper," interpolated Neil.

"And you have a complexion like a--a football after a hard game."

Neil grinned, then--

"By the way," he said, "did I tell you I'd heard from Crozier?"

"About Billy and the ducks? And Gordon's not going back to Hillton? Yes,
you got that at the beach; remember?"

"So I did. 'Old Cro' will be up to his ears in trouble pretty soon,
won't he? I'm glad they made him captain, awfully glad. I think he can
turn out a team that'll rub it into St. Eustace again just as you did
last year."

"Yes; and Gardiner's going to coach again." Paul smiled reminiscently.
Then, "By Jove, it does seem funny not to be going back to old Hillton,
doesn't it? I suppose after a while a fellow'll get to feeling at home
here, but just at present--" He sighed and shook his head.

"Wait until college opens to-morrow and we get to work; we won't have
much time to feel much of anything, I guess. Practise is called for four
o'clock. I wonder--I wonder if we'll make the team?"