On Monday morning the school was agog with interest over the result of the Saturday game. The stock of Lenox High football went up with a bound. Up to that time there had been a good deal of pessimism as to the standing of Lenox in the High School League, owing to the loss of Greb and other stars. But now it began to look as though Lenox would have a good store of reserve material to draw on for the hot contests that were promised in the future. There were six teams in the High School League of which Lenox was a member. All of them were within a radius of thirty miles, so that there was not much traveling to be done, and almost the entire membership of the schools that were playing on any particular day could be depended on to be on hand to cheer their favorites. The rivalry between the different teams was intense, and feeling ran high whenever the teams clashed. Besides Lenox, there were the Wimbledon, Pawling, Bass Lake, Greenfield and Thomaston high schools represented in the league. Of these, Greenfield was the most to be feared, and they had always given Lenox the hardest opposition. After Greenfield came Pawling. The others also were, as Ralph Wynn said, "not to be sneezed at," and no game was counted as surely in Lenox's hands until the referee's whistle blew. Just now Coach Garwin was "pointing" the team for the Greenfield game. Of course, he wanted as many of the others too as his team could win, but he recognized Greenfield as his strongest opponent. Reports that had come to him indicated that Greenfield had retained most of its former stars, and in addition had added a fullback who was said to be a wonder. So, with this struggle in view, it was no wonder that the coach was elated by the showing made by his scrubs. He knew now that, in case of injury to any of his regulars, he had a second line to draw from that would be almost or quite as good as the boys they replaced. He smiled pleasantly at Garry as he met the lad on the school steps, but made no reference to the Saturday game. No one under his control was going to get a swelled head if he knew it. Garry's nose was still swollen, and his eye had a purple ring around it. "Gee, but you wouldn't take a beauty prize just now," chuckled Ted. Trompet Shrugg eyed Garry sourly as the lad entered his room. He seemed about to speak, but for the moment restrained himself. During the first quarter of an hour lessons went on as usual. But it was noticeable that the teacher was fidgeting and most of the time kept his eye on Garry's disfigured face. At last he seemed to have reached a resolution and rapped on the desk for attention.