is pretty close-mouthed, but he lets something out now and then. I've been all through the papers from the seventeenth of September to yesterday, and I've learned two or three rather interesting things, Mr. Babcock. One is that Wolcott's been using the forward-pass in practice, although in outside games she's made only about fourteen passes in all, an average of a little over two to a game. But the important thing, sir, is that out of those fourteen ten were successful. That's an unusual average, isn't it?"
"Decidedly! What were they, Deane, long or short?"
"Both, apparently. I couldn't always make out which they were. But they went all right in nearly every case, and that's something to think about, Mr. Babcock."
"It's something to think a whole lot about," was the answer. "Did Grosfawk figure in any of those plays?"
"Not one, sir."
"Cocky" stared thoughtfully at Loring and Loring looked thoughtfully back at him. Finally: "Hm," said the instructor. "What do you make of that? Do you suppose Grosfawk petered out this year? He's rather a youngster, I believe, and it may be he couldn't find himself."
"What I think, sir, is that he got hurt, hurt badly enough to keep him from hard work." Loring took a slip of paper from his leather wallet. "Grosfawk's name appears eight times in the stories written for the paper by the Wolcott correspondent up to October
