a lot of youngsters into fine physical shape.

This training work was now along in the third week of the new
winter term.

Three times weekly the squad had been assembled. On other days
of the week, the young men were pledged to outside running, when
the roads permitted, and to certain indoor work at other times.

Every member of the big squad now began to feel "hard as nails."
Slight defects in breathing had been corrected; lung-power had
been developed, and backs that ached at first, from the work,
had now grown too well seasoned to ache. Every member of the
squad was conscious of a new, growing muscular power. Hard, bumpy
muscles were not being cultivated. The long, smooth, lithe and
active "Indian" muscle, built more for endurance than for great
strength, was the ideal of Coach Luce.

After the jogging came a halt for rest. Luce now addressed them.

"Young gentlemen, I know, well enough, that, while all this work
is good for you, you're all of you anxious to see the production
of the regular League ball on this floor. Now, the baseball cage
will not be put up for a few days yet. However, this afternoon,
for the rest of our tour, I'm going to produce the ball!"

A joyous "hurrah!" went up from the squad. The ball was the real
thing in their eyes.

Coach Luce turned away to one of the spacious cupboard lockers,