Over on their own gridiron the 'varsity was hard at it, the two squads trotting and charging about under the shrill commands of Marvin and Carmine.

Presently the rattle and bump of the dummy ceased and the tackling squad returned to the gridiron and "Boots" cleared the field for signal work.

The backs and ends came panting to the bench, and Captain Turner, spying Clint in solitary grandeur, walked over to the foot of the stand.
"How's the knee, Thayer ?" he asked anxiously.
"Much better, thanks," replied Clint, more optimistically than truthfully.

Turner nodded.
"That's good," he said approvingly.

"Go easy with it, old man, and don't take chances.