"That's the way to do it, Tom," he approved heartily as Tom tossed the dummy from his prostrate form and arose, "and I'd like to see every one of you tear it off the ring every time! Get a new strap made for that by to-morrow, George, please. That's all for to-day, fellows. On the trot now. Two laps around the field before you go in."
The mass meeting didn't materialize. No one had really expected it to. What had seemed a catastrophe on Saturday had become merely an unfortunate incident by Monday. No one, you may be sure, had mentioned the matter to Dick, but he was not in ignorance of the sentiment of the school in general. But if it bothered him he made no sign. He went on his way smiling. Even when on the next Wednesday it became known that Will Horsford had been forbidden further participation in football by reason of a weak heart discovered in the course of a physical examination by Mr. Murray, and the fellows learned that Dick had insisted on a revival of a regulation that had become virtually a dead letter and criticism was rampant, Dick appeared to be quite unaware of it. Horsford was a good player, a lineman who had performed creditably at guard and tackle for two seasons, and
