"Confession will make our deed more binding." "What deed ?" demanded Coach Morton, scenting some mystery that he was not yet in on.
"Why, you see, sir," proclaimed Thomp, "every member of the team, and every sub who stands any show to get into the game, has taken the oath of the dub." "'The oath of the dub' ?" repeated Sub-master Morton.

"That's a new one on me.
"It's a new one on us all," admitted Thompson, gravely.

"We've taken the oath, but it's so dreadful that most of us shivered when it came our turn to recite the patter---the ritual, I mean." "What is this 'oath of the dub' ?" asked the coach.
"It's fearful," shivered Thomp.

"Any of you fellows feel better able to explain ?" He glanced around him at the other visible members and subs of the school eleven, but they shook their heads and shrank back.
"Well, then, I'll have to tell you myself," conceded Thomp, with an air of gloom.

"It's a fearful thing.