"To see that you keep in strict training and out of mischief." "You actually mean you would go across if I should make the team?" "Bettcher life," came the quick answer. "I've got to do something this summer, and I can't imagine anything better than to see the Johnny Bulls properly tanned." "Jimmy, how about you?" inquired Frank. "I'm not a bloated bondholder like the Codfish. It's work for mine this summer. But I'll read all the cablegrams and pray for you!" CHAPTER X. THE TRY-OUTS AT CAMBRIDGE. It was the day of the try-outs at Cambridge when the best that Harvard and Yale could muster were gathered to contest for a place on the team which should meet Oxford and Cambridge. "One week more and we will be on the briny," observed Gleason confidently to Frank. The speaker, Jimmy and David had all journeyed to the big Stadium to see their classmate compete for a place. "Gleason, if you talk like that much more, you'll hoodoo me. Don't forget that I'm a novice at this game. I've got about one chance in ten." "You'll come through all right," said David Powers. "I've noticed that you do pretty well under pressure." "As, for instance, football on the Yale Freshman team!--Go to, David, go to! I know what you fellows are trying to do. You're trying to keep up my sinking spirits. Much obliged." Frank was dressing for the trials along with the point-winners of the 'Varsity track team, but he felt strange and shy with the older and more seasoned athletes. He was the only Freshman who had been taken with the Yale squad, and his three friends, David, Jimmy and the Codfish, had made it a point to be with him. "I don't see any particular reason for anyone going over to represent us in the broad jump anyway," said Frank. "How's that?" inquired someone. "Didn't you see the morning papers? No? Well, Vare, that Oxford man, jumped 23 feet 5 in practice, and they think over there there's nothing but England to this coming meet. All the prophets have it settled." "I've heard of prophets slipping before now," said the Codfish gaily. "And Vare is a consistent jumper, better than 23 feet most of the time, from all I can learn," went on Frank. "Cambridge has a pretty good jumper, too, better than we have, but away behind Vare. So if the unexpected happens and I should win out, which doesn't look bright, I'd be nothing but an also-ran when it comes to the scratch over there." Out on the track where the contestants were now hurrying, a crowd of officials and friends were gathered along the straightaway and the various jumping pits. Halloby had already won his place in the high hurdles and was receiving the congratulations of his friends as he walked smilingly back to the track house. "Good boy, Halloby," came the greeting from all sides. A Yale man had been second. Both would be taken.