idiot. Rand-Brown's playing for the second, and I'm playing for the
first."

"But you're----"

He stopped. He had been going to point out that Barry's tender years--he
was only sixteen--and smallness would make it impossible for him to play
with success for the first fifteen. He refrained owing to a conviction
that the remark would not be wholly judicious. Barry was touchy on the
subject of his size, and M'Todd had suffered before now for commenting
on it in a disparaging spirit.

"I tell you what we'll do after school," said Barry, "we'll have some
running and passing. It'll do you a lot of good, and I want to practise
taking passes at full speed. You can trot along at your ordinary pace,
and I'll sprint up from behind."

M'Todd saw no objection to that. Trotting along at his ordinary
pace--five miles an hour--would just suit him.

"Then after that," continued Barry, with a look of enthusiasm, "I want
to practise passing back to my centre. Paget used to do it awfully well
last term, and I know Trevor expects his wing to. So I'll buck along,
and you race up to take my pass. See?"

This was not in M'Todd's line at all. He proposed a slight alteration
in the scheme.

"Hadn't you better get somebody else--?" he began.