CHAPTER XXIII
WYNDHAM PLAYS WOLCOTT
Friday was an unreal sort of a day to Clif. He
made a miserable fizzle of three recitations and
conducted himself generally as though he was
sleep-walking. It was only at three-thirty that he really
became conscious. Then he came out of his trance and
trotted around the field at the end of a line of seven
third-string players, trying to get the signals right
when Braley barked them. Two other squads indulged
in the same recreation; and there were several fellows
left out, at that, for the Wyndham First Team now
consisted of thirty-seven players. Clif's squad was the
last to quit signal drill, and after it was over he joined
a dozen others and caught and threw the ball while the
field gradually emptied. By five the last practice was
over and the last player clumped across the running
track and over the turf to the gymnasium leaving the
field to darkness. Lights were already on in the gymnasium
and East Hall when Clif and "Wink" left the
gridiron.
That evening there was an hour of blackboard drill in the rowing room from seven-thirty to eight-thirty. Team members had been given study cuts since recitations had been abolished for Saturday. After drill
