Even Tom got better results than he did, and every afternoon Steve would scramble to his feet and wipe the earth from his face to hear Marvin's patient voice saying: "Not a bit like it, Edwards.

Don't shut your eyes when you jump.

Keep them open and see what you're doing.

Once more, now; and tackle below the knees." And then, when the stuffed figure had been drawn, swaying crazily, across the square of spaded turf once more, and Steve had leaped upon it and twisted his arms desperately and convulsively about it, "That's a little better," Marvin might say, "but you'd never stop your man that way." Steve was getting discouraged about his tackling and a little bit incensed with Marvin.

"He takes it out on me every time," he confided to Tom one afternoon after practice.