Morton, I think
I've wholly absorbed the idea that no man is in condition unless
he can run well; and that nothing will make for condition like
judicious running."
"As to what you've learned from me, Captain Prescott," replied
the coach, "I fully believe that you've learned all that I have
to teach. I wouldn't be afraid to go away on a vacation and leave
the team in your hands."
"Him!" smiled Dick. "Without you to back me up, Mr. Morton, I'm
afraid some of the fellows might kick over the traces."
"They wouldn't kick over but once," laughed the coach. "The first
time any fellow did that you'd drop him from the team. And the
fellows know it. I haven't noticed the young men attempting to
frisk you any."
"One did."
"I know whom you mean," replied the submaster, his brow clouding.
"But he got out of the team, didn't he?"
"Yes; but I didn't put him out."
"You would have put him off the team if it had been left for you
to do it."
As soon as he thought the squad had had enough exercise to keep
them in tone, Dick dismissed them.
"But every one of you do his level best to keep in condition all
the time until we get through with Hallam Heights," urged the
young captain. "That applies, too, not only to team members,
but to every man in the squad. If the Hallam fellows are swift
and terrific, we can't tell on whom we may have to pounce for
substitutes."
This was to be a mid-week game, taking place Wednesday afternoon.
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