This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 Excerpt: ...friendship ceased. Put Wells in football togs and he would have fought to a finish with his grandmother! Sometimes Steve had to call the tackle down for "slanging" too much, but he always hated to do it. If he could only get the rest of the team into the same frame of mind he would, he felt, have a real eleven, an eleven that would make history. On the way out of the gymnasium he caught sight of Russell and hailed him. "I used you a bit hard this afternoon, Emerson," he said, "but I wanted to see how you showed up, and there isn't much time for coddling." "I'm afraid I showed up pretty poorly," said Russell. "I had no idea a fellow could go stale so soon, Gaston." "I know." Gaston nodded. "You were all right, though. Get some one to work out the kinks in your muscles to-night. A good hot bath will help, if you get right into bed afterwards. I'll let you ofi easy to-morrow. How did the team strike you?" Russell hesitated, for it hadn't occurred to him before to consider that subject. "Pretty fair," he said at last. "It's early yet." "It's never early when it comes to getting a team in shape," responded the coach. "I've got the stuff there, Emerson, but I don't get it out. I will, though, by ginger! I'm going to make that bunch deliver the goods. Well, good night. Take care of yourself." CHAPTER XIII THE NEW ASSISTANT "Ir I only had a tin dinner-pail!" reflected Jimmy regretfully as he turned into West street the next morning and caught sight of the gay sign above the doorway of Number 112. His enthusiasm had brought him there at a minute after halfpast eight and t...
