aid I'd
have to have it dressed every day for awhile."

"But, Great Scott, Don, what about football?"

"I've thought of that. Nothing doing for a week or so, I guess. Rotten
luck, eh?"

"Beastly! And Robey was telling me only half an hour ago to hurry you
up. Said you'd have to come right out if you wanted a place. Still, when
he understands what the trouble is----"

"I'll see him tonight, I guess. Who's playing guard, Tim?"

"Joe Gafferty, left; Tom Hall, right. Walton and Pryme and Lawton are
all after places. Walton's been doing good work too, I think."

"All the fellows back?"

"Every last one. Remember Howard, who played sub half-back for the
second last year? He's showing great form. Still, you can't tell much
yet. There's to be scrimmage tomorrow. We play Thacher Saturday, you
know. Sort of quick work and I don't believe we'll be anywhere near
ready for them."

"Thacher's easy. We beat them 26 to 3 last year."

"Twenty-three to three."

"Twenty-six."

"Twenty-three. Bet you!"

"I don't bet, Timmy. Know I'm right, though. Anyway, Thacher's easy.
Tell me the news."

"Oh, there isn't anything startling. We had the usual polite party at
Josh's last night. Shook hands with the new chaps and told 'em how
tickled we were to see them. Ate sandwiches and cake and lemonade
and--by the way, we've got a new master; physics; Moller his name is;
Caleb Moller, B.A. Quite a handsome brute and a swell dresser. Comes
from Lehigh or one of those Southern colleges, I believe."

"Lehigh's in Pennsylvania, you ignoramus."

"Is it?" answered Tim untroubledly. "All right. Let it stay there.
Anyhow, Caleb is some cheese."

"Where's Rollinson gone?"

"Don't know what happened to Rollo. Draper said he heard he'd gone to
some whopping big prep school up in New Hampshire or somewhere."

"Or some other Southern school," suggested Don soberly.

"Dry up! And, say, get a move on. It's nearly time for eats and I'm
starved."

"Timmy, I never saw the time you weren't starved. All right. I'm sort of
hungry myself. Haven't had anything since about ten o'clock this
morning. Ran out of money. Got here with eight cents in my pocket. That
and my tuition check. I'd have cashed that if I could have and had a
dinner. I was sure hungry!"

"Well, wash your dirty face and hands," said Tim, "and come along. Oh,
say, Don, wait till you see the classy Norfolk suit I've got. I enticed
dad into Crook's when we struck the city; told him