* * * * * Thereupon Dick began to devise ways and means of inducing the miserly and crabbed financier to part with the stock. He even thought of taking part of the money that was in his own right, and making an offer higher than the one authorized by his father, but he reflected since Mr. Hamilton had not told him to go more than ten points above par value, perhaps there might be a special reason for this. "I might take a crowd of the fellows out to his house some night and haze him," ventured our hero. "Let me go along if you do," begged Paul eagerly. "I'd like to get even with him for calling us tin soldiers." "I'm afraid it can't be done," and Dick sighed. "I'll have to think of something else." Football practice now occupied all the spare time the cadets had. Early and late they were on the gridiron, playing under the watchful eyes of the two coaches, who still found many faults to correct. "No team is perfect," declared Mr. Spencer, "but we want Kentfield to be as nearly so as possible. You boys must do better on kicking though, for you may meet some team where you'll have to depend on your leg-and-foot-work to pull you out of a hole." "And they're not quite as fast as I'd like to see them," added Mr. Martin. "They don't snap back into place quickly enough after each play. Now try it again. Get in the habit of running back into place instead of walking. Be lively!" They lined up again, to run through some new plays and formations, and then were ready for the scrub, against whom they made such a good showing that both coaches warmly congratulated their charges. "I wish poor Teddy was back on the Varsity," confided Dick to Paul, as they finished the day's practice. "He's feeling it very much, and he's falling off in form." "Yes, I was afraid of that. I wonder if we couldn't do something?" "I'm afraid not. Porter is playing well on the scrub though. He's much faster than he was in getting down on kicks, and he tackles fiercely. Did you ever have him come at you?" "Indeed I have," answered Paul ruefully. "I've got a lump on my head yet where he threw me down last week. But that's the way to play the game." "Sure. Say, don't you think it's rather queer not to have a captain?" "Yes, and it's evident that Teddy isn't going to stand any show for it now. It will be some one of the present team, I fancy." "Probably. Have you heard any rumors?" "Well, George Hall would like it--in fact every fellow would, but Dutton is the hottest after it. He's pulling wires all he can--in a legitimate way, of course, and lots of the fellows like him." "I don't blame him. Well, I'll vote for him, when the election is held." "I won't!" declared Paul stoutly. "Why not?" "Because I'm going to vote for you, old man." "Nonsense! I don't know as I want it."