“Oh, think of having to lick a bunch like that into shape every year. Gee, I’d get so discouraged I’d want to quit sometimes!” “But you mustn’t judge a team by the first game it plays,” answered Gerald. “Wait a month and then have a look.” “I know. Somebody’s hurt. There goes Andy with the water pail. Isn’t it funny that as long as we’ve been playing football, Gerald, nobody’s ever thought to carry water on to the field in anything but a pail?” “What would they carry it in? A tumbler?” “No, but you can’t run with a pail of water without splashing most of it out. Look at that! Why not use a can or something with a lid? Who is that chap? Whoever he is, they’re taking him out. It’s Adler, isn’t it?” “I don’t know him. Somebody’s given him a nasty looking eye, though.” “I should say so! Yes, that’s Adler. He’s after Cousins’s place. Who’s the funny looking guy Payson’s sending in?” “Oh, his name is Cotton. He doesn’t look much as though he could play end, does he?” “Cotton?” Harry watched the substitute run on to the field. “Who is he?” “I don’t know. I met him a week or so ago. He’s rooming with The Duke in Clarke. He’s new this Fall.” “Funny,” muttered Harry, “but I seem to know that chap. Name sounds familiar, too. Cotton ... Cotton....” “He’s a protégé of Kendall’s,” said Gerald. “Kendall has taken pity on him because he’s new and doesn’t know many fellows. He asked him around and he came last Sunday while we were away. Left his visiting card! What do you know about that for style?” “Well, whoever he is, he can’t play end,” said Harry in disgust. “That Greenburg tackle is making him look like a canceled stamp――――” Harry stopped so abruptly that Gerald turned to regard him curiously. “What’s the matter?” he asked. Harry shook his head. He was staring across the field at Cotton with a frown of perplexity on his face. “Nothing,” he answered finally. “Only that fellow bothers me. I’m almost certain I’ve seen him somewhere before.” “You’ve probably seen him in class or around school,” said Gerald. “That’s not quite impossible, you know.” But Harry again shook his head. “If I’d seen him here before I’d remember it. Almost seems as if I’d met him. Where does he come from?” “I don’t know. Hold on, though; seems to me The Duke said he came from Maryland.” “Well, it wasn’t there, for I’ve never been in Maryland, except to go through it on a train. There goes Kendall with the ball. Good work, Burtis! That fellow is certainly a wonder at keeping his feet, Gerald!” “And he’s pretty good at keeping his head, too,” replied Gerald with a smile. “Funny idea you taking him in with you, though,” said Harry. “I like him first rate, but――――” “But what?” asked Gerald. “Oh, I don’t know. He seems hardly your style. That’s all.”