At the window across the street Bayliss and Dodge had checked off all four of these "deserters" and "traitors." "Well, they'll play, anyway---either on school or on second," muttered Bert, to himself.

"Oh, dear! Just think the way things have turned out." These four deserters from the "soreheads" were all out of that very select crowd who did respond to the football call.
Promptly at three o'clock Coach Morton called for order.

Then, after a very few remarks, he called for the names of all who intended to enter the football training squad for this season.
"And let every fellow who thinks he's lazy, or who doesn't like to train hard and obey promptly, keep his name off the list," warned the coach dryly.

"I've come to the conclusion that what we need in this squad is Army discipline.

We're going to have it this year! Now, young gentlemen, come along with your names---those of you who really believe you can stand Spartan training." "I think I might draw the line at having the fox---or was it a wolf---gnawing at my entrails, as one Spartan had to take it," laughed one youngster.
"Guess again, or you'd better stay off the squad this year," laughed the coach.