Haven't any of you ever practised starts before?
Anyone would think your feet were glued down! Get in line again.
Ready now! Go, you flock of ice-wagons!" Fortunately for the softer members of the awkward squad, practice was soon over to-day, and Steve and Tom somewhat wearily tramped back with the rest across to the gymnasium, determined to have the luxury of a shower-bath even if they would have to get back into their togs again after it.
"We'd better see about getting lockers," said Steve.

"I wonder where you go." "They cost a dollar a year," answered Tom, who knew the contents of the school catalogue by heart, "and if we don't make the team we won't need the lockers." "Sure we will.

If we use the swimming pool we'll need a place to keep our clothes.

And even if we don't make the big teams we'll play with the Hall, probably.

Wish we had them now and didn't have to go back to the room to change.