By three o'clock the drizzle had grown into a very respectable downpour and the gridiron was slow and slippery.

But Mr.Robey was not to be deterred and, with Danny Moore anxiously hovering about like a hen with a batch of ducklings, the 'varsity was put through a half-hour of signal work, punting and catching.

Then the second, wet and muddy, came across to the first team gridiron and the two elevens leaped at each other again.

Danny followed close behind, cautioning and scolding, and more than one player was dragged out of the melee and sent off to the gym in spite of the coach's pleas and protestations.
"I'll not have them hurted," reiterated Danny stubbornly.

"'Tis no sort of a day for hard work, Coach.