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80 others below on the grass plot. They strolled over in the direction of Old North. Several young men whom he did not recognize in the half-light called Hart by name as they passed him; he limped slightly, he had received a wrench in the practice game of the morning.

"How is your ankle, old man?" inquired some one as they passed a group lying at the foot of one of the great elm trees.

"All right, thanks," he answered. But a thrill of pleasure went through his veins, for the inquirer was Minton, the half-back. He remembered feeling the same sensation when Sheriff Holly had congratulated him on the way Bord McGovern had been brought into town.