"I want to say that I'm sure none of us will feel any resentment if, after a fair trial, it is decided by the two new coaches that he isn't fit for the team," went on the stout lad. "I know my own failings and I'll be trying to get my weight down----" "Don't eat so much," urged Jim Watkins, and there was a laugh, whereat Innis blushed. "And I'm going to train hard," he concluded. "I guess that will be all this evening." The meeting broke up, but the boys lingered to talk with each other, many surrounding the coaches, and asking all sorts of questions. It had been arranged with Colonel Masterly that Mr. Martin and Mr. Spencer could occupy rooms in the Senior dormitory, and Dick, through the athletic committee, had provided for paying the bills. Preliminary work of training started the next day, and though some of the boys thought it useless, they went through the exercises. But the two coaches were too wise to keep the cadets at mere gymnasium work too long, and so some field work with the ball, and some running exercises, were arranged. Several candidates could not stand the pace and the grind and dropped out, but their places were eagerly taken by others. The scrub members were enthusiastic, and each one hoped to make the Varsity. "Now we'll try a little practice game, between the first and second teams," proposed Mr. Martin, about a week after the arrival of himself and his colleague. "It will be in the nature of a try-out, for probably those who do the best work will be put in the first squad, and from that the men for the Varsity will be picked. That does not mean, however, that those who fail to make good this time will be barred. We will keep on the lookout for good material all the while." "And I want you boys to feel that you are always being watched," added Mr. Spencer. "We'll have our eyes on you when you least expect it." "That's what we want," declared Dick with a laugh. "We want the best team possible." "Yes--Hamilton's team," sneered Porter to Weston. "He'll be sure to make it, anyhow," added the latter. "If he does, and I don't, I'll kick up a row," threatened the rich lad. "So will I. Come on let's go to town and have a pool game. I'm pretty dry, too. "Better not get caught with any of that bottled stuff," cautioned Porter. "Don't worry. They will have to be pretty foxy to spot me, but I'm not going to be a temperance crank just because those coaches say so. Come ahead and we'll have some fun. It will be stiff enough work to-morrow." The practice game was a hard one. Each player did his best, and on several occasions, after a hard scrimmage, time had to be taken out while some cadet had the wind pumped back into him, or a twisted ankle vigorously rubbed.