"By the way," he said, "I saw one of your players a while ago--Cowan--the fellow we protested. He seemed rather sore."
"Where was he?" asked Paul eagerly.
"In a drug-store down there toward the next corner. Have your coaches found a good man for his place?"
"Oh, yes, it wasn't hard to fill," answered Neil. "Witter's got it."
"Witter? I don't think I've heard of him."
"No, he's not famous--yet; you'll know him better later on."
Paul was plainly anxious to go in search of Cowan, and so they bade the Robinson coach good-by. Out on the sidewalk Neil turned a troubled face toward his friend.
"Say, Paul, Cowan knows all about the 'antidote,' doesn't he?"
"Why, yes, I suppose so; he's seen it played."
"And he knows the signals, too, eh?"