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 a disposition to keep in the lee of his companion's slightly larger bulk. The coach clapped his hands and silence fell, while some sixty canvas-clad youths closed about him

"Fellows, we're starting to-day to lick Wolcott," announced "G.G." "We've got eight weeks to do it in. We're going to keep our objective in mind every minute of those eight weeks. There's going to be a lot of hard work, and any of you who are afraid of work had better keep away from me. You won't like me, and I'm certain I shan't like you, and we'd better not try to mix. I'm dead set on having my own way, and I'm a crank when I don't get it. Any one who doesn't like the prospect should resign right now. Those of you who sign up will be expected to stick for the duration. All right. Shed your headguards, fellows. You won't need them to-day. Last season First and Second Team players and substitutes down the field. The rest of you here. Mr. Hilliard, will you take this bunch, please? Balls, Dan!"

Clif and Tom found themselves in the squad under Mr. Hilliard and put in nearly an hour passing the ball and receiving it. There were frequent rests, for the day was hot and most of the squad were soft with easy living, but the work was hard enough to cause more than one erstwhile ambitious youth to wonder whether it wouldn't be wiser to seek glory in some other less strenuous pursuit. Even Clif, who had sought to keep himself conditioned during the summer, was soon perspiring freely and was both surprised and a trifle dis