"Harry Harding."
"Oh! Clark's brother?"
"Yes."
"I remember seeing him once; but he used to be a light little thin kid."
"He's not very big now."
"Is he as good a fellow as Clark?"
"I don't know. I never knew Clark. But Harry's a mighty good fellow. If it's safe I'd like to put him in the last few minutes of the game. It would please him so much."
"He ought to be a good fellow," Ward said musingly. "Clark thinks everything of him, and from what I hear has done everything for him. I guess, Rupe, that if you were to put him in for a few minutes, being a Harding, he'd make good."
"He'll probably have a chance," Rupert answered.
Then, because St. Timothy's had the ball and seemed to be making, little by little, progress up the field, the talk between the two boys ceased, and they followed the game with a more intense interest. Up to the St.
