Left Tackle Thayer

ball on each side; but Brimfield showed herself far more advanced than her opponent and had, besides, the advantage of a heavier team. Clint looked on from the bench, with some forty othe

for practice or not. Toward the end of an afternoon, when the third was fortunate enough to get into a few minutes of scrimmage with the second, Clint usually finished up at right or left tackle. But he couldn't help thinking that were he not there his absence would go unremarked. Even on the to him memorable occasion wh

ng and Clint quite believed him. Consequently, of two evils Clint chose the more necessary and dedicated that afternoon to the Iliad. The dormitory was very quiet, for it was a fine, mild day and most of the fellows were out-of-doors, and concentration should have been easy. But it wasn't. Clint couldn't keep his mind on his book, try as he might. Through the open window came sounds from the grid-irons and ball-field; shouts, the honking of Manager Black's horn, the cries of the coaches and players, the crack of bat and ball where the Nine was holding Fall practice; even, now and then, the voices of the tennis players fa

o the open lexicon, from that to the pencil in his hand. He had absolutely done five pages! And

us-mannered chap of eighteen and wore glasses

ou, Thayer?" he dema

nt vaguely. "No, th

met him in Innes's room a week before. "Hello," he said in a milder tone. "I didn't recognise you. Er--you see, Thayer, when you fellows don

a mess with my Greek and thought I'd better stay away and take a fall o

nd viewing Clint with astonishment. "How the dickens do you suppose we can turn out a team if we d

didn't seem to me that it mattered very much if I st

You see, Thayer, at this time of year we need all the fellows we can get. Maybe you think you're not very important out there, but that isn't the way of it at all.

. I'll remember

frank, Thayer, Robey doesn't like fellows to cut. If you do it m

se--" began Cli

ackle. Robey didn't like it and jumped on me about it. And of course I had to tell him that I hadn't given any cuts. I'm not supposed to, anyway, but h

ulously, "that he wanted me to pl

ourse, but, if you don't mind me saying so, Thayer, it's a poor idea to let chances get by. If you'd been there today you might have had a sl

gretfully. "You don't think he will w

ow. And if he asks you you'd b

ember by tomorrow," said

ead. "Robey has a fierce memory. You'll find that

," murmu

nless you get Robey down

Clint aske

out of ten want to be half-backs and the ninth wants to be either

nt. "And how a

ery fellow is leery of that position. Usually a coach makes a quarter out of a fello

!" replied Clint earnestly.

All in the way of dut

laced a marker in hi

d, "but if it's lost me a place on the second

know whether I'm more scared

ack into his good graces. "Ha, Thayer," he said, "you lead me to suspect that you spe

put in two h

One--two--three--Burgess, you hesitate, do you not? Ah, I thought so! You were merely going to scratch your head. Wise yout

not being able to deny the logic of this statement, was forced to toil harder than ever. But there came a time, though it was not yet, when he found that his difficulties were lessening, that an hour accomplished what it had taken two to accomplish befor

sgivings. He feared that Coach Robey would remember his defection against him and at the same time he knew that he would feel flatt

aye

Clint hurrie

re you ye

oom, sir

ic

, I want

you you might

, I didn

u know now that if you stay away again witho

he discovered that Tyler was not present and hoped so hard that he would fall heir to that disabled player's position on th

inute scrimmage, he saw the coveted place again filled by the substit

day's misdemeanour, but he didn't, and the explanation didn't occur to Clint. And the latter followed the rest back to the gymnasium after pract