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on for to-night fellows," asked Tom Parsons, as he limped along with Sid and Phil.

"No. Why?" inquired the quarter-back. "Are you going to see a girl? If you are, I heard Ruth say that she and Madge had a date at some Fairview affair, or something like that."

"No, I'm not going to see a girl," retorted Tom somewhat savagely, and a spasm of pain shot over his face. "I'll leave that for you and Sid this time. I'm going to lay off and bone."

"What's the matter?" asked Phil, anxiously. "Sick?"

"No, but I'm tired, and some one stepped on my ankle in that last mix-up."

"By Hannibal! I hope you don't go lame," put in Sid. "The team is crippled enough as it is."

"Oh, I'll be all right," asserted Tom. "All it needs is a rest and some liniment."