On Friday afternoon the men were assembled in the gymnasium and were drilled in signals and put through a hard examination in formations.  Afterward several of the coaches addressed them earnestly, touching each man on the spot that hurt, showing them where they failed and how to remedy their defects, but never goading them to despondency.

“I should be afraid of a team that was perfect the day before the game,” said Preston; “afraid that when the real struggle came they’d disappoint me.  A team should go into the final contest with the ability to play a little better than it has played at any time during the season; with a certain amount of power in reserve.  And so I expect to-morrow to see almost all of the faults that we have talked of eliminated.  I expect to see every man do that little better that means so much.  And if he does he’ll make Mr. Mills happy, he’ll make all the other coaches happy, he’ll make his captain and himself happy, and he’ll make the college happy.  And he’ll make Robinson unhappy!”

Then the line-up that was to start the game was read.  Neil, sitting listlessly between Paul and Foster, heard it with a little ache at his heart.  He was glad that Paul was not to be disappointed, but it was hard to think that he was to have no part in the supreme battle for which he had worked conscientiously all the fall, and the thought of which had more than once given him courage to go on when further effort seemed impossible.

“Stone, Tucker, Browning, Stowell, Witter, Carey, Devoe, Foster, Gale—­”

“Good for you, Paul,” whispered Neil.  Then he sighed as the list went on—­

“Gillam, Mason.”

Then a long string of substitutes was read.  Neil’s name was among these, but that fact meant little enough.

“Every man whose name has been read report at eleven to-morrow for lunch.  Early to bed is the rule for every one to-night, and I want every one to obey it.”  Mills paused; then he went on in softer tones:  “Some of you are disappointed.  Some of you have worked faithfully—­you all have, for that matter—­only to meet with disappointment to-day.  But we can’t put you all in the line-up; I wish we could.  But to those who have tried so hard and so honestly for positions in to-morrow’s game, and who have of necessity been left out, I can only offer the sympathy of myself and the other coaches, and of the other players.  You have done your share, and it no doubt seems hard that you are to have no better share in the final test.  But let me tell you that even though you do not play against Robinson, you have nevertheless done almost as much toward defeating her as though you faced her to-morrow.  It’s the season’s work that counts—­the long, hard preparation—­and in that you’ve had your place and done your part well.  And for that I thank you on behalf of myself, on behalf of the coaches who have been associated with me, and on behalf of the college.  And now I am going to ask you fellows of the varsity to give three long Erskines, three-times-three, and three long ‘scrubs’ on the end!”