The last words of the coach were almost lost in a tumultuous roar from Garry Grayson's friends--and there was no one in that crowd who was not his friend--that echoed back from the walls of the gymnasium. "Garry Grayson! Garry Grayson!" they cried. "Hurrah for the new captain!" "Yea, Garry! Go to it, old boy!" Coach Phillips presently silenced the uproar with a wave of his hand. "I see that my appointment meets with approval," he laughed. "If Garry Grayson makes as good a captain of the first team as he did of the scrubs, I don't think we'll have any reason to complain. And now let's get down to business again." As Garry, flushed and happy, took his stand with the regulars, his first wild thrill of elation was dampened by a sober second thought. Bill Sherwood and Ted Dillingham had been left out! Of course, all could not hope to make the first team. Still, it was hard on old Bill and Ted. Garry looked at them covertly and could see that they were trying hard to hide their disappointment. Mr. Phillips had finished with the regulars--at least for the present. Now he began briskly to form the scrub team. Pete Maddern was made captain in Garry's old place. Bill and Ted retained their former positions at center and left end respectively. To fill the positions left vacant by the promotion of Rooster, Tom, and Nick, three promising players were chosen from the applicants. Those who had not been chosen tried hard to hide their disappointment under a brave exterior while Mr. Phillips gave them a short, encouraging talk. "Those whose names I have not called to-day need not give up hope of making the team," he said. "A number of things may happen--in fact, are bound to happen--during a strenuous football season that will result in a hurry call for recruits. So keep yourselves in readiness to fill in at a moment's notice. "As for you boys who are to represent Lenox High on the gridiron, every single one of you will have to work his hardest to prove himself worthy of the position. There are good boys on the scrubs just waiting to jump into your shoes, and they'll do it at the least excuse you give them." Here a faint cheer went up from members of the second team. "Now, as you all know," the coach added, his eyes traveling over the alert faces of the first-string boys, "the game with Pawling is only a short time away. We'll have to dig our toes in and work hard to get ready for it. And as the first possible moment is not too soon to start, I want you all to report for practice to-morrow afternoon." There was another cheer at this, and then all thronged out tumultuously. "Gee, Garry, there's luck for you, old boy!" It was Ted who spoke, as Garry's bunch were out on the campus, books slung over shoulders, eagerly discussing the organization of the teams. Nick and Rooster were wildly elated, and Ted and Bill strove hard to hide their own chagrin and disappointment and enter heartily into the triumph of their intimates.