“What’s the matter with us, Alf?” asked Colton anxiously.
“Matter?” was the reply. “Nothing, except that we’re up against a team that knows a kind of football we don’t.”
“Well, we ought to have scored down there inside their ten yards, just the same,” said Colton.
“Yes, and we’ll do it next time. That was on me, I guess, Ollie. I should have given the ball to Kap.”
“It was on all of us. But this half we’ve got to score twice.”
“Fifteen minutes, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Where’s Mr. Payson?”
“Over there.” Alf nodded across the room.
“I want to see him. That’s enough, Paddy, thanks.” Colton pulled himself up and limped across to where the coach was talking earnestly to the two ends, Williams and Dickenson. Alf watched him a moment and then turned to the fellow beside him.