"That leaves still four positions to fill," he said. "From the looks of you boys I imagine you are pretty anxious to know who is going to have them. Am I right?" Laughter greeted the question, followed by a dead and tense silence. Mr. Phillips smiled and hurried to the point. "All right. I won't keep you in suspense any longer," he said. "The positions still to be filled are those of fullback, right halfback, left tackle and last, but decidedly not least, quarterback, with which in this case will go the title of captain." A murmur ran through the crowd of boys. The coveted position of captain and quarter! Who among their number was to be the lucky one? Garry exchanged excited glances with his chums, and then riveted his attention upon the czar of their destinies as the latter again spoke. "Because of the splendid record Long made last year, I am going to put him in as fullback." Over Rooster's face spread a beatific look blended with incredulity. Pushed forward by less fortunate comrades, he stammered: "Th-thanks, Mr. Phillips," and stepped over proudly to the lineup of regulars. "Don't thank me yet," warned the coach. "There will be half a dozen good fellows fighting for your job and crowding close on your heels. You will have to fight to hold that position." "Next," he said, and fixed his eyes on Tom Allison, "I'm putting you in, Allison, at left tackle. Think you can make good there?" "Gee, Mr. Phillips, I'll try!" Tom promised and, face shining, moved over to the regulars. Only two positions left! The boys exchanged glances and shifted about uneasily. The suspense was becoming unbearable. "Some one's got to be left out," Bill whispered in Garry's ear. "I've got a hunch this is my unlucky day." Mr. Phillips was speaking again. "That leaves only two positions to be filled," he said. "But they are the extremely important ones of right half and quarter. There are two or three players on the scrubs of last year whom I have considered for right halfback, but my choice has finally been made. I have decided--" He paused, and the gymnasium was so silent that one might have heard a pin drop. "I have decided," he repeated, "to give Nick Danter a chance to show what he can do in that position." Nick was popular with the boys, and a murmur of satisfaction came from the crowd. "Rah, Nick. Show them what you're made of, boy," called out Pete Maddern. "He'll have to show us," remarked Mr. Phillips gravely. "And so will all the rest of you that are chosen. These positions that I have given you are only temporary--remember that--and to hold them you've got to make good. "Now for quarterback and captain," he went on, "I have chosen a boy who did some brilliant work for the team last year. At that time he was captain and quarterback of the scrubs. This year he will be captain and quarterback of the regulars. Stand up, Garry Grayson!" CHAPTER VIII Something Brewing