But he hadn’t missed much, as he soon realized, for he was still tugging at his sticky togs when the released players burst in at the doors. The second team fellows were jubilant indeed. They had for once beaten the first in a straight practice game! Hugh was speedily discovered and made the recipient of further boisterous honors, and even Longley, grinning like a catfish, got in a slap on a bare shoulder this time and told him he was “the pride of the noble Scrubs!” Hugh made his escape finally and took refuge in the shower bath. That day Hugh came into what might be termed official possession of his nickname. One may pass uneventfully through four years of school life and be known as plain Jack Jones, but once let him achieve a modicum of fame and he is suddenly “Buster” Jones or something equally euphonious. So it was with Hugh Oswald Brodwick. By supper time the school was discussing, explaining and praising the eighty-five yard run of “Hobo” Ordway. CHAPTER XXI HUGH MOVES AGAIN Events took place so fast that week that even Hugh’s composure was affected. On Tuesday Coach Bonner began preparations for the Lawrence Textile game and every effort was made to develop the team’s offence. To this end, following a more than ordinarily lengthy and severe signal drill, during which three new plays were tried out, the scrimmage with the second was changed from two fifteen-minute to three twelve-minute periods. The second had to wait nearly twenty minutes for the first team, and, since the weather had turned cold with a vengeance, they wrapped themselves in blankets and huddled together out of the teeth of a brisk east wind. By the time Coach Bonner sent his charges on the field the second team were pretty well chilled through and let-down. The fact showed in their playing and the first ran away with the period and scored a touchdown and a field-goal. In the second twelve minutes the scrubs found themselves and put up a good defensive game, with the result that the first failed to get nearer to the goal line than the thirty yards. From there, in the last minute or two, Captain Trafford tried a place-goal. But the wind was too much for him and the ball went wide.