Slim and Billy Wells joined them and then the latter and Rus Emerson said good night and went into Lykes. Slim thrust an arm through Leonard’s as they continued toward their own dormitory. “Well, what did you and Rus cook up?” he inquired. “We settled one or two things; such as dropping you and Gurley to the second and putting me in at left end.” “Fine! Anything else?” “Well, he said that if I didn’t like that he’d fix it for me to play tackle. Of course I told him that guard was my game, and he was awfully decent about offering to let Renneker go and putting me in at right guard, but I saw that it would make it a bit awkward for him, and I put my foot down on it at once.” “You would,” said Slim admiringly. “You’ve got a kind heart, General. I’ll say that for you. I wish,” added Slim feelingly, “I could think of something else to say for you!” CHAPTER VII JUST ONE OF THE SUBS It wasn’t until Wednesday of that week that Captain Emerson’s quasi-promise bore fruit. Then Coach Cade, consulting his note-book, announced “Lawrence and Grant, tackles.” Leonard wasn’t quite certain he had heard correctly, but Leo Falls, beside him on the bench, nudged him into action and he cast off his enveloping gray blanket and picked up a helmet. “Substitutes take the north goal and kick off,” directed the coach. “All right, Appel! Hurry it up!” Leonard trotted out with ten other youths and called to Appel, substitute quarter in charge: “Where do I go?” he asked. “What are you playing?” “Tackle.” “Well, for the love of lemons, don’t you know your position at kick-off?” asked Appel impatiently. “Get in there between Squibbs and Gurley.”