“We can’t; it’s all gone,” explained Phil, and he told of the accident.
“Humph! Very strange,” mused Dr. Marshall. “I’m afraid you’ll not be able to use your hand for a month, Henderson. You have every indication of having used the peculiar drug I speak of, yet you say you did not, and I don’t see how you could have, unless it got in the liniment by mistake. And that it did not is proved by the fact that Clinton used the same liniment without any ill effects. Only that Parsons used a rag to rub with, his hand would be out of commission, too. It is very strange. I wish there was some of the liquid left. I will see the druggist who put it up. Possibly he can explain it.”
“Well, I’m glad I didn’t put any on my shoulder,” said Phil. “It would have been all up with me and football, then.”
“It certainly would,” admitted Dr. Marshall. “Let me look at your dislocation.”
“When can I get into the game again?” asked Phil anxiously, after the inspection.
“Humph! Well, I think by the middle of the week. It is getting along better than I expected. Yes, if you pad it well you may go into light practice to-morrow, and play in a game the end of the week.”
“Good!” cried Phil. “Then’s when we tackle Fairview Institute for the first game of the season!”
The next day a notice was posted on the bulletin board in the gymnasium, stating that the ’varsity eleven would line up against the scrub that afternoon in secret practice. Then followed a list of names of those selected to play on the first team. It was as follows:
| Left-end | Tom Parsons |
| Left-tackle | Ed Kerr |
| Left-guard | Bob Molloy |
| Center | Sam Looper |
| Right-guard | Pete Backus |
| Right-tackle | Billy Housenlager |
| Right-end | Joe Jackson |
| Quarter-back | Phil Clinton |
| Right half-back | Dan Woodhouse |
| Left half-back | Jerry Jackson |
| Full-back | Holly Cross |