“Yes. He’s getting on all right. The doctor says he can try crutches, if he likes. The sprain wasn’t as bad as it seemed at first, he says.” “Who’s that, Pennimore? Arthur Thompson?” asked Ned. “Yes, he sprained his knee in the game last week.” “I heard about it. Too bad. I’m glad he’s getting well, though. I suppose that keeps him out of football for the rest of the season, doesn’t it?” “Yes,” Dan replied. “I hope, though, that he will be able to hobble into the Broadwood game for a minute so as to get his Y.” “These the new plays?” asked Gerald, taking up the sheets of paper on the table. “When I see a thing like that I’m glad I’m not on the team,” he laughed, holding up one of the diagrams. “How is the Cross-Country Team getting on?” asked Ned. “Fine. We have our trials to-morrow afternoon to select the fellows to run against Broadwood a week from Saturday. We’ve got twenty-two fellows trying, which means that ten of us will get left.” “Ten?” said Dan. “I thought you had only ten in the race.” “That’s all, but Andy picks a dozen and two of them are substitutes in case someone can’t run. How are you getting on, Burtis?” “First rate, thank you.” “You gave up football, didn’t you? You know you were quite full of it a while ago.” “Yes, I――that is――” “He’s going to try again to-morrow,” said Dan. “That is, if I can convince Staniford that he needs another sub. Tooker has accepted the position of Burtis’s press agent and manager.” “I should think he’d make a good one,” said Gerald, with a smile. “One of the best,” agreed Ned. “After the football season is over I shall be at leisure again. Anything needed in my line?” “No, I think not,” laughed Gerald. After Ned and Kendall had taken their departures, which they did a few minutes later, Gerald turned a puzzled face to Dan. “What did you mean by saying that Burtis was going to try again?” he asked. “I meant,” replied Dan ruefully, “that that idiot Tooker came in here with Burtis and hypnotized me into promising to get Burtis on the Second Team if I could. Don’t ask me how it happened, because I don’t know. But one thing I do know,” he added as he took up the diagrams again, “and that is that Tooker can talk you out of house and home. I was afraid all the time he was here that he would decide to make Burtis captain, and that I’d have to resign.” “Yesterday,” laughed Gerald, “you were aching to resign. I’m glad you’ve changed your mind about it, Dan. Things looking brighter to-night?” “Lots, chum. That walk sort of cleared my brain, I guess. I wonder why I never knew Tooker better. He’s a dandy sort.”