"You're up, Darrin. Run! Two bases only. Halt at second! Ripley, run! Reade, run! Not on your flat feet, Ripley. Up on your toes, man! Reade, more steam!"
Then others were given the starting word. Coach did not run more men at a time than he could readily watch.
"Prescott, throw your feet up behind better. You've been jogging, but that isn't the gait. Holmes, straighten back more—-don't cramp your chest!"
So the criticisms rang out. Luce was an authority on short sprinting.
He had made good in that line in his own college days.
"Jennison, you're not running with your arms! Forget 'em!"
Jennison promptly let his arms hang motionless at his sides.
"Come in, Jennison!" called coach.
Jennison came in.
"You mustn't work your arms like fly-wheels, nor like piston rods, either," explained Mr. Luce. "Keep your elbows in fairly close to your sides; fists loosely closed and forward, a little higher than your elbows. Now, all runners come in."
Gathering the squad about him, and demanding close attention,
Mr. Luce showed the pose of the body at the instant of starting.