with that of a caddy in a golf match. He only knew that Peggy, if she arrived now, would not see him warming the bench. He stationed himself back of the goal posts with four other Freshmen candidates. He celebrated his arrival by bumping into one of the other receivers, who was all set to handle the first ball, a beautiful spiral from the foot of Trask, and causing the poor chap to miss the catch. For this he was bawled out severely. But, in no wise disheartened, he bent to his labors with a will. He chased every ball kicked, though he now had grasped that he mustn't interfere with the other receivers. He went up into the grandstand after two or three wild kicks. He missed two catches. Then he snuggled a hard one to his chest, and rejoiced. He felt like giving three cheers as, casting a glance over toward the grandstand, he discovered that Peggy had selected that most propitious of all moments to sink into a seat in the third tier.
The rest of the afternoon was a complete success. After catching drop kicks for half an hour, Trask, now determined to make up for Harold's idleness by keeping him busy at any cost, set him to retrieving balls for the punters. The captain even stood by for a time and then offered a criticism of Harold's awkward manner of catching a football. The
