"Yes?" asked the submaster pleasantly.
"I—-I—-er—-I didn't make the meeting yesterday afternoon, but
I guess you might put my name down for the squad."
"Isn't this a bit late, Bayliss?" asked the submaster, eyeing the youth keenly.
"Perhaps, a bit," assented the confident young man. "However——-"
"At its meeting, last night, Mr. Bayliss, the Athletics Committee of the Alumni Association advised me to consider the squad list closed."
"Closed?" stammered Bayliss, turning several shades in succession.
"Closed? Do—-do you mean——-"
"No more additions will be made to the squad this year," replied the coach quietly, then going inside.
Bayliss stood on the steps, a picture of humiliation and amazement.
"Fellows," gasped Bayliss, as Prescott and his two chums came along, "did you hear that? Football list closed?"
"Want some advice?" asked Dick, halting for an instant.