"Glad he's cut loose from that bunch," said Garry. "He sure proved a friend in need just now, and I think it's up to us to find him and his father jobs. I'll put it up to my dad and you speak to your father about it. They know almost everybody in town, and they ought to be able to help Jerry if any one can." Bill agreed to do this and later both fathers promised to do what they could. The consequence was that within a week Jerry's father had secured a position in Mr. Sherwood's large manufacturing establishment, while Mr. Grayson got Jerry himself a place in a lumber concern down on the river front. The young fellow was immensely grateful, and from that time on Garry had no firmer friend in Lenox, outside of his own immediate chums. Lenox now had played three games on its football schedule and had but two remaining, those with Thomaston and Greenfield, which were to be played in that order. Like Lenox, the Greenfield team had lost but one game, and its victories had been by scores much more impressive than Lenox had been able to muster. Lenox therefore feared Thomaston much less. It was a good team--in spots. And it also played well--in spots. It was an in-and-outer, sometimes rising to great heights and again playing football far below the high school standard. None the less, Mr. Phillips drove his team hard for the Thomaston game, which was to be played on the enemy's grounds, and Lenox was in fine fettle when it went over, determined to bring back the scalps of the foe and fasten them on the Lenox wigwam. It proved to be the only game of the season in which Lenox did not have to work hard to win. It was not a game. It was, rather, a massacre. The Thomaston boys had one of their bad days and played like a lot of dubs. Their passing was wild, their line bucking weak, their fumbles frequent. Lenox scored almost at will, making two touchdowns in the first period and a touchdown and field goal in the second, while Thomaston never came within striking distance of the Lenox goal. With the game securely stowed away, Mr. Phillips in the third period took out his first string men with the exception of Wynn, Dittler, and Knapp, and sent in substitutes from the scrubs. Pete, Tom, Nick, Ted, Rooster, Bill, Hick Dabney, and Garry were those chosen, and they made the most of the opportunity. It was the first time that so many of them had been used in any one game, and they went in to play their heads off. The first string men resting on the side lines looked on patronizingly. They told themselves that they had really won the game and it would do no harm to let the scrubs take up the burden. Of course, they would not do much, but it would give them exercise. Garry sensed their feeling and caught their condescending smiles.