“I’ll find you some one, then. A half-hour of shooting wouldn’t do any one of those forwards a bit of harm,” added Coach Loring dryly. “Another thing is this, Tucker. Study the man who’s making the shot. See how he’s going to do it. Watch his stick. See whether he’s going to scoop the puck at you or lift it. Learn to guess beforehand where the puck is coming and how it’s coming. And don’t depend on your hands to stop it. Sometimes a hand’s all right, but your body’s the surest thing. Learn to be quick in getting from one side of the cage to the other. Don’t have your skates too sharp, because you want to use them quickly. You ought to follow that puck every second, even if it’s down at the other goal. Get in the habit of watching it. And never rely on some one else to make the stop. You may think that your cover point or your point is going to do it, but don’t take it for granted. Always be ready in case he fails. If the opponent with the puck gets by your outer defense don’t get rattled. Just remember and tell yourself that the opponent is every bit as anxious as you are. If you’re nervous, he’s more so. Keep steady, get ready and watch! Half the time he will shoot badly just because so much depends on his shooting well. It seems in hockey that the better your chance the poorer your shot. Don’t let any one draw you out from goal, Tucker, ever. It’s a good plan to go out once in a blue moon, maybe, but do it when the other fellow isn’t expecting you to. Don’t let him plan it. If the man with the puck is past your point and there’s no one near to engage him, it’s sometimes a mighty good play to rush out on him. But do it before he can get the puck away and keep your body between the puck and the net. Vinton had a way of sliding out sort of crouched down and with his arms out. He looked like an angry hen, but he used to spoil many a shot that way. There, that’s all I know about playing goal, Tucker, and maybe some of it isn’t right!” Mr. Loring ended with a laugh. “I’m awfully much obliged to you,” said Toby earnestly. “And I’d like mighty well to have some one shoot for me every day, sir. Only I don’t know many fellows very well. Deering has a recitation when I’m free and so he couldn’t do it, you see.” “I’ll find some one. What time in the morning could you be at the rink?” “Between eleven and twelve, sir.” “All right. You be ready for the day after to-morrow,” was the reply. “If I can’t find any one else I’ll have a go at it myself. Good-night, Tucker.” Mr. Loring held out his hand. “I hope I haven’t bored you with my chatter.” “Oh, no, sir! Why, I――I’ve had a――a fine time, sir!” “Have you? Good stuff! Now don’t forget my boy, that you’re to work hard. I’m going to help you. We all will. I want to see you in front of that net three weeks from next Saturday.” “That――that’s the Broadwood game, sir, isn’t it?” “Yes. Does that scare you?” “No, sir, it doesn’t scare me, but I’m afraid I won’t be good enough.”