“We call it scouting. It’s quite legitimate. They do it, and we do it, just as all the schools and colleges do, and they’ll expect us to have scouts there to-morrow just as we expect them to have scouts here. In fact, I think I’d tell them that you’re from Wyndham. Maybe they’ll get you a good place to see from.” “That’s one difficulty,” said Loring. “I’ll have to go over by automobile, and I suppose I couldn’t get near enough to see much without getting out.” “Unless they’ve changed their arrangements there,” replied the instructor, “you are allowed to park on one side of the field, and if you got there early enough you could pretty near have your choice. I’ll see about a car――” “No, please, sir! Wattles will attend to that. I’d a great deal rather not have you or any one pay for anything, Mr. Babcock.” “But, Deane, the Athletic Association is perfectly able to stand the expense, and it’s only fair that it should. An automobile will cost twenty dollars or so, I imagine, and there’s no reason why you should pay it.” “I’d rather, if you don’t mind, sir,” Loring persisted. “Well, suit yourself. I’ll see you again on Friday and we’ll talk it over before you go. By the way, you’d better have some one with you, hadn’t you?” “I’ll take Wattles, sir. Good night, and thanks for bothering with that play.” “If it works as I hope it’s going to, Deane, thanks will be going the other way. Good night.” The second cheer meeting――there had been one on the eve of the Toll’s game――was held Thursday after study hour, and some new songs were tried out――Mr. Parks at the piano――and some old ones were resung. And, of course, there was a good deal of enthusiasm and noise. There was another and even more demonstrative affair Saturday evening, at which Mr. Babcock and Mr. Clendenin, who was Chairman of the Athletic Committee, and Captain Dave spoke, but before that other events transpired.