Joel kept his place at left half, pending the bettering of Prince's ankle, and Blair was secure at full.

But when the practice game began, many of the old forms were either missing or to be seen in the second Eleven's line, and the coaches hovered over the field of battle with dark, forbidding looks, and said mean things whenever the opportunity presented itself, and were icily polite to each other, as men will be when they know themselves to be in the right and every one else in the wrong.

And so practice that Thursday was an unpleasant affair, and had the desired effect; for the men played the game for all that was in them and attended strictly to the matter in hand, forgetting for the time the intricacies of Latin compositions and the terrors of coming examinations.

When it was over Joel crawled off of the scale with the emotions of a weary draught horse and took his way slowly toward home.

In the square he ran against Outfield, who, armed with a monstrous bag of golf requisites, had just leaped off a car.
"Hello, Joel," he cried.