"Enough for to-day. Back to the gymnasium on the trot; run off some of that fatty degeneration. Here, youngster, a word with you."
Stover stepped forward.
"What's your name?"
"Stover."
To his profound disappointment, Tompkins did not recognize that illustrious name.
"Where from?"
"Lawrenceville. Played end."
Tompkins looked him over, a little grimly. "Oh, yes; I've heard something about you. Look here, ever do any punting?"
"Some, but only because I had to. I'm no good at it."