ers," said Sam. "Not much hope for you," he added to his brothers.
"They'll do considerable shifting; every college team does," said Dick; and he was right. After a good deal of scrub work and a general sizing up of the different candidates, four of the old players were dropped, while another went to the substitutes' bench.
It was now a question between nine of the new candidates, and after another tryout Dick was put in as a guard, he having shown an exceptional fitness for filling that position. Tom got on the substitutes' bench, which was something, if not much. Then practice began in earnest, for the college was to play a game against Roxley, another college, on a Saturday, ten days later.
"I hope you win, Dick," said Sam. "And it's a pity you didn't get on the gridiron, Tom," he continued.
"Oh, I'll get on, sooner or later," answered Tom with a grin. "Football is no baby play, and somebody is bound to get hurt."
"You're not wishing that, are you?" asked Songbird.
"No, indeed! But I know how it goes. Haven't I been hurt myself, more than once?"
The football game was to take place at Brill,
