It was while thus engaged that Paul heard his name spoken, and turned to find Mr. Brill smilingly holding out his hand.
"I thought I wasn't mistaken," the Robinson coach said as they shook hands. "And isn't that your friend Fletcher over there?"
Neil heard and came over, and the three stood and talked for a few minutes. Mr. Brill seemed well pleased with the football outlook.
"I'll wager you gentlemen will regret not coming to us after to-day's game is over," he laughed. "I hear you've got something up your sleeve."
"We have," said Neil.
"So I heard. What's the nature of it?"
"It's muscle," answered Neil gravely.
The coach laughed. "Of course, if it's a secret, I don't want to hear it. But I think you're safe to get beaten, secret or no secret, eh?"
"Nonsense!" said Paul. "You won't know what struck you when we get through with you."
Mr. Brill laughed good-naturedly but didn't look alarmed.