"Brooks and Chase have won one set and they're three--love on this, Amy," replied the boy addressed.
"Thought so," said Amy. "I picked them to meet Scannel and Boynton. And I'll bet they beat 'em, too."
"Why didn't you enter the doubles?" asked Clint.
"Oh, I had enough to do looking after the thing," replied Amy, "and getting through the singles."
Clint smiled. "I reckon the real reason was that you didn't want to hog the show and take both prizes, eh?"
"No fear of that, I guess," answered the other evasively. "Aren't you coming over to the gym with me?"
"I'll wait for you over yonder," said Clint. "Conklin says I mustn't use this leg very much. Hurry up and come back. I'll be on the stand over there."
The second was still practising when Clint reached the seats, some of them tackling the dummy in the corner of the field and others, backs and ends these, catching punts. Over on their own gridiron the 'varsity was hard at it, the two squads trotting and charging about under the shrill commands of Marvin and Carmine. Presently the rattle and bump of the dummy ceased and the tackling squad returned to the gridiron and "Boots" cleared the field for signal work. The backs and ends came panting to the bench, and Captain Turner, spying Clint in solitary grandeur, walked over to the foot of the stand.