We'll have a team now!" With a confident nod the coach strolled away.
As the gym.

doors were thrown open the members of the new football squad rushed out with joyous whoops.

Some of the more mischievous or spirited actually tackled unsuspicious comrades, toppling their victims over to the ground.

That line of tactics resulted in many a "chase" that brought out some remarkably good sprinting talent.

Thus the squad dissipated itself like the mist, and soon the grounds near the school were deserted.
Bayliss and Bert Dodge went away to nurse a grievance that nothing seemed to cure.
For these two, now that their strong line of resistance had been broken, found themselves secretly longing, as had the four deserters, for a place in the football squad.
Bert Dodge sulked along to school, alone that Friday morning.
Bayliss, however, after a night of wakefulness, had decided to "eat crow." So, as Dick, Dave and Greg Holmes were strolling along schoolward, Bayliss overhauled them.
"Good morning, fellows," he called, briskly, with an offhand attempt at geniality.
All three of the chums looked up at him, then glanced away again.
"Oh, I say, now, don't keep it up," coaxed Bayliss.