Steve was sent in as left tackle again and Tom beside him at guard.

The pigskin soared away from the toe of a second squad forward, was gathered in by a third squad half-back near the twenty-yard line and was down five yards further on.

"Line up, Third!" piped Carmine shrilly.
"Give it to 'em hard now!" There wasn't the finished skill displayed by the 'varsity team, but there was enough enthusiasm to almost make up for the lack of science.
Back came the ball, the forwards sprang together, a half darted past right tackle, spinning like a top, faltered, went on, was stopped short by the Second's backs and borne back, grunting "Down! Down!" with all the breath left in his body.
"Second down!" proclaimed Joe Lawrence, the manager, jumping into the melee.

"Six to go." Mr.Robey and Andy Miller followed the teams closely, watching and shouting directions, the coach on the third squad side and Andy behind the second.
"Good work, you fellow!" applauded Andy, darting up to slap the half on the back and send him back to his place breathless but grinning.

"That's the way to do it! Now, then, once more.