And that ended the practice for the day.
In the locker-room Turner sought Clint out and said several nice things about his playing, ending with: "Guess we'll have to have you on the second, Thayer.

You report to me tomorrow." That undoubtedly was the turning point in Clint's football career for that year, for three days later the second cut came and the third squad ceased to be.

Some fifteen fellows retired to private life or to their Hall teams and the rest were gathered into the second or went to the 'varsity to be tried out as substitutes.

Clint was pretty certain that, had it not been for that Tuesday performance, he would have been one of the unfortunate fifteen.
Amy pretended to view Clint's advancement to the second team with alarm.
"First thing I know," he said gloomily, "I'll be rooming with a regular Greek.

You'll be having photographs taken to show your superb physical development, I dare say, and writing letters to the _Bulletin_ signed 'Athlete.' As a matter of fact, Clint, I happened to see that performance this afternoon and you didn't fool me a bit.