Putting the Tag on the Sneak Anything that Dick Prescott had charge of went along at leaps and bounds.

Hence the football eleven was in good shape ten days earlier than Coach Morton could remember to have happened before.
"Your eleven is all ready to line up in the field, now, Captain," announced coach, one afternoon not long after, as the squad came out from dressing quarters for practice.
"I'm glad you think so, sir," replied Dick, a flush of pleasure mantling his cheeks.
"You have every man in fine condition.

Condition couldn't be better, in fact, for those of the men who are likely to get on the actual battle line.

And all the work is well understood, too.

In fact, Captain, you can all but rest on your oars during the next fortnight, up to your first game." "Hadn't we better go on training hard every day, sir ?" inquired the young captain.
"Not hard," replied coach, shaking his head.