Suddenly Joel looked down to see Briscom, the scrub captain, climbing the seats.

He ducked his bare head to the others and sank into the seat at Joel's side.
"Look here, March, can you help us out the next half?
They've taken Webster on the Varsity, and"-- he lowered his voice to a confidential roar--"we want to make a good showing to-day." "Of course," answered Joel, "I'll come at once.

Can I get some togs from some fellow ?" "Yes.

I'll ask Whitman to find some.

I'm sorry to take you away from your folks, but it's only fifteen minutes, you know." So when the whistle blew Joel was at left half-back on the scrub, attired in borrowed plumage that came far from fitting him.