Left Guard Gilbert

to the game sooner or later. There was no such luck for Don so long as his hand remained swathed in bandages, and he was silently bewailing his luck. At his right sat Danny Moore, chin in hand and

ever little man a

nd of the first period. Danny turned his beady green eyes on Don. "Likely you'

do a lot of healing first. He has a fine time every day pulling and cutting the old skin off it. Guess he enjoys it so much he

ily. "Nate an' scientific, d'ye see? An' so soon as the Doc say

to get back to practice again. I'm afraid I'll be as

l to catch up with the rest of 'em. Spread this hand for me wh

was a little kid,

have been cross-eyed," said the tra

le crooked, but i

t ring over that lump, I'm thinking. It's a

rings go on the other h

w. Bad luck to him,

" asked Don

led most of the water from the pail. Well

, St. Clair and Gordon at half and Martin at full. It was not the best line-up possible, but it was so far handling the situation fairly satisfactorily. The practice of the last two days had developed one or two strains and proved more than one of the first-choice fellows far below condition. Tim Otis was out for a day or two with a twisted knee and

backs, with the exception of Carmine, who was always on edge, conducted themselves as if they were at a rehearsal, accepting the ball in an indifferent manner and half-heartedly plunging at the opposing line or jogging around the ends. As the first half drew to a close both goal lines were still unthreatened and from all indications would

o the practice field, where Tim was superintending the signal practice. Don joined him and followed the panting, perspiring players down t

ignal again. For the love of mud, keep your ears open!-Thacher must be as bad as we are. Who's playing in my place? Gordon? Is he doing anything?-Try them on that again, McPhee, will you? Robbins, you're s

u limp?" asked

," said Tim. "W

ver watch and announc

He's got to be in position to take the pass at the right second. Otherwise they'll come through on you and stop him behind the line. There ought to be absolutely no pause between Smith's pass to you and your pass to Compton, or whoever the end is. You get the ball, turn quick, toss it to the end and fall in behind him. It ought to b

sed a faint cheer. Don imagined that there was a little more vim in the way the maroon-a

own and then almost blocked the kick. As it was, the ball hurtled out of bounds near the middle of the field and became Brimfield's on her forty-eight. Two plunges netted five yards, and then St. Clair, returning to form, ripped his way past tackle on the left and fought over two white lines before he was halted. Gordon and Martin made it first down in three tries and Carmine

e until he was upset near the enemy's thirty-five yards. As he went down he managed to get one foot over

ot around the short end for three and Martin added two more, leaving the pigskin on the five-yard line. It was third down and Martin went back to kick. But after a moment's hesitation Carmine changed his signals and the ends stole out toward the side lines. Thacher proceeded to arrange her forces to intercept a forward pass and again Carmine switched. The ends crept back and Martin retired to the fifteen-yard line and patted the turf. Carmine knelt in front

and flung himself to the turf opposite the right hand goal post. Thursby, hustled in by Coach Robey, measured distance and direction, stepped fo

d eager, went at it hammer-and-tongs. Thacher enlisted fresh material, too, but it couldn't stop the onslaught that soon took the ball down the field to within close scoring distance of her goal. That Brimfield did not add another touchdown was only because her line, overanxious, was twice found off-side and penalised. Even then the ball wen

. Possibly Brimfield had no very good reason for feeling proud of her afternoon's work, for last year she had defeated Thacher 26 to 3. That game, however, had taken place two weeks later in the season, when the Maroon-and-Grey was better off in the matter of

tly punk game and that nothing but the veriest fluke had accounted for that score. But they called him a "sore-head" and laughed at him, and even drove him a

d Tim went off to one of them with his napkin ring and his own particular