easy. I played dirty football, and I hurt you badly, and I've spoiled your last year here at scbool, and—well, I appreciate your being so good about it, but I feel pretty low down just the same."
Rupert laughed.
"I used to think myself you were pretty low down, Herrick, but I don't any more. Now I tell you what you do—to square yourself. You've put me out of the game for good. It's up to you to see that the fellow who fills my place does it in such a way that St. Timothy's never knows the difference."
"I don't know how I'm to do that," said Herrick despondently.
"Why, I'll tell you. You're the best end in the school, and you've got to teach some other fellow how to play the other end. There are Andrews and Holder, and even Harry Harding—not much material to draw from, but I'll expect you to turn out a good end just the same."
Herrick was silent for a moment. Then he said:—
