The middle of the week Mr. Boutelle arrived and the second team got down to business.  The training-table was started, and including Coach Boutelle was made up of sixteen members.  “Boots” presided at the head and Captain Turner at the foot, and Clint was sandwiched in between Kingston, who played guard, and Don Gilbert, a substitute guard.  The team had its own signals now and practised on its own gridiron each afternoon until it was time to scrimmage with the ’varsity.  Clint was first choice right tackle, with Robbins close behind and hard after him.  Being at training-table was lots of fun, although Clint regretted leaving Amy.  The latter’s dire forebodings regarding the food at the second’s table proved unjustified.  They had plenty to eat and of the sort that was best for them.  Steaks and chops and roasts formed the meat diet, eggs appeared at breakfast and supper, there was all the milk they could drink, and fresh vegetables and light desserts completed the menus.  “Boots” was rather strict in the matter of diet and fresh bread agitated him as a red flag agitates a bull.  Clint thought he had never seen so much toast in his life as appeared on and disappeared from the second team’s table that Fall.  Another thing that “Boots” would not tolerate was water with meals.  It was, he declared, ruinous to the digestion.  “All the milk you want, but no water” was “Boots’” rule, and in consequence the four big white pitchers that stood in a row down the middle of the board had to be refilled at every meal.  The boys at the training-tables paid a dollar a week extra for board, but Clint still felt that he was cheating someone and feared it was the cow!

“Boots” worked them hard, but his own enthusiasm was so contagious that he soon had them as eager as he was, and the afternoon when they kept the ’varsity from scoring during two twelve-minute periods was a red-letter day, and supper that evening was almost like a banquet.  Fortunately the ’varsity table and the second team table were separated by the width of the hall.  Otherwise the ’varsity fellows might have taken exception to some of the remarks that passed between the elated second team members.

That scoreless tie did not take place just yet, however.  Just now the second was only finding itself and the ’varsity romped through or around it almost at will.  The final scrimmage before the Morgan’s School contest was on Friday and the Varsity had no trouble scoring twice in twenty minutes of actual playing time.  But even then the second was beginning to show possibilities and the first team fellows were forced to work hard for the two touchdowns they secured.  Coach Robey was unusually grim that afternoon and so many changes were made in the line-up of the ’varsity that Assistant Manager Morton’s brain reeled as he tried to keep track of the players.  It was suspected that the head coach was far from satisfied with the first-string backs and it was predicted on the stand that afternoon that before the season was much older there would be considerable of a shake-up in their ranks.  Freer was looked on as having a good chance to displace Kendall, and St. Clair, who although he had been playing but one year was developing rapidly into a clever half, had many partisans who considered him the equal of the veteran Still.