Left Guard Gilbert

med himself loose Tim continued alone until the droplight was knocked to the floor at the cost of one green shade. Then he

th a crash. "There you stand like a-a graven image, looking as though you'd just received

I am!" re

You'd be a heap easier to live with. If it was I who had just been waited on humbl

Don. "You'll have Horace in here in a minute.

"Time enough for that, Don. Just

" ask

ally, "Let's borrow Larry Jones's a

o to a fire, either! Think

ething! By the time Joe's got his busted rib mended you'll

lton?" asked

m! A whole box of figs! All you've

se I c

n't cinch that position in just one week I-I'll take you over my knee and spank you with

," said Don. "There's only to

ld P. Gilbert is your name, my son, and the P stands for Practical. All right, then, draw up a chair and let's have it over. To think, though, that I should have to

Got that? Number your left end 1, the next man 3, the next 5. Omit centre. Right guard 6, right

rd to remember,

ext number is the number of a play. Over thirty, it means nothing. Your second digit of your second number is your runner. The second dig

between end

. Correct. 1

neteen calls for

out the time you get these signals pat Robey'll change them for the Claflin game. So far we'

d players sort of fixed in my mind first. We'll

I'll do it for you. Now wil

You go. I want to mu

ter part of an hour. Don was slow at memorising, but what was once forced into his mind stayed there. A little before ten o'clock he slipped the diag

ng of their evident desire to conceal their identities. I am forced to the conclusion that it was not altogether modesty that kept them silent. The fire, it appears, did not break out until nearly half-past nine. Consequently the young gentlemen were engaged in their heroic endeavours at a time when they should have been in their dormitories. I have not yet found out

rward, when breakfast was over, they gathered anxiously together in Number 6 Billings and discusse

loomily. "If he gets us now he will send

sed of the four. "Probation is all we'd g

Tom shortly. "And I wish t

int. "It would mean no more football this year

lly suppose he's trying to find out who we were, or

What he says he means. What I don't savvy is why he hasn't

dare say, though, that if any fellows are suspected we're amongst 'em, Don. Being on

ed Don thoughtfully. "Su

ensued until Tom

We never thought of that. Mayb

mes," said Tim. "You didn'

d easily describe us so that Jo

ed looking," mourned Tim. "Seems to me, fellows, tha

n Mr. Brady?"

g young friend. Maybe

" asked Tom

Tom. I was about to observe

the verbiage,

e door," continued Tim, "but we'd better do it,

't think it would be safe to call him up.

jected Don. "One of us had better beat it over to hi

four recits this morning and Robey

Tim. "I'll go if Robey'll let me cut. I wish someone would come alo

Robey at dinner. What shal

o him or calls him up or anything. Brady's a good old scout, I'll bet," added Tim with

s a comedy situation, if you do, Tim. I'd certain

there's no use weeping, is there? What's done is done, and we've

t of it," answered Tom peevishl

et to Brady before Josh does we're all right. And it's a safe wager Josh hasn't asked Brady yet, for if he had he'd be on to

lthough he had a recitation coming in forty minutes, but two sheets of buff paper torn from a scratch-pad and filled with writing interspersed with numerals and adorned with strange diagrams, in short, Tim's elucidation of the eight numbered plays which up to the present comprised Brimfield's budget of tricks. It can't