It was the day after the try-out game, and the coaches after a long and none too easy process of elimination had arrived at some definite results. They had made up a tentative Varsity team. As Dick and Paul hurried across the campus toward the gymnasium, they saw many other students bent on the same errand as themselves, for the news had quickly spread, and each cadet who had football aspirations was anxious to see if he was one of the lucky eleven. There was such a crowd about the bulletin board that for a time Dick and his chum could not get near it. They heard many names called out though, for the second team was posted as well as the first. "There's Beeby--lucky dog--he's made it!" exclaimed someone. "I thought he was too fat," came in disappointed tones from Roy Haskell, who coveted the centre rush's place. "And Hall--he's on." "Yes, and there's Dutton and Stiver, both on the first team." "Say--look--Teddy hasn't made it!" "Get out!" "Sure not! Look, he's on the scrub." "Poor Teddy. That's because of that fumble yesterday. Who's got his place?" "I can't see. Oh, yes, it's Coleton!" "Say, did you hear that?" asked Paul in a low voice of his chum. "Yes, it's bad news. But Teddy will be on before we get through the season. He's a better all around player than Coleton. Can you get up there now?" "I guess so. Come on. Say, let a fellow up, will you?" begged Paul of those about him. As they were worming their way up they heard another piece of news. "Porter is off," remarked one lad. "I thought he'd be," came from Jim Watkins. "He made two bad fumbles yesterday, and he isn't quick enough for an end." "Can you see, Dick?" asked Paul, as he clung to the side of his companion. "Is your name there." "I don't know yet--Hey, Frank, get your head out of my way for a second; will you?" "Sure thing, Dick. Tough about Teddy; isn't it?" "Yes, but don't worry. We'll have him back." "I hope so." "Now can you see?" implored Paul. "Yes, your name----" Dick paused a moment. "Well!" panted his roommate. "Is there all right. You're on the Varsity." "What position?" "Left guard--where you wanted to play." "But what about you, Dick?" "Oh, I'm down at quarter all right," and from the calm way in which he said it those who heard him would never have imagined that Dick's heart had almost stopped beating when, for a brief moment, he thought he had caught sight of his name on the second list. "Good, old man!" cried Paul fervently as he clasped his chum's hand. "I knew you'd make it. Now we'll see what sort of a team we'll have with the two changes. Are those the only ones made?" "Yes, Porter and Naylor are off." "Who's got Porter's place?" "Hal Foster--a good fellow, too."