"Now, whenever you don't bring your work, fairly close to these
limits you'll know that you're overdoing the training," Dr. Bentley
explained. "If you overdo on training then you injure the chances
of the men of your squad. The wise trainer keeps within limits.
Keep within such limits, and you'll find that, bit by bit, your
men can endure more and more, and still pass satisfactorily as
to diminishing heart speed after stopping grilling."
"It's mighty good of you to explain all this to us, sir," Dick
protested, gratefully.
"Not in the least," replied Dr. Bentley. "You may recall the
fact that I'm medical examiner to the High School Athletic
Association."
"And I also recall, sir," Prescott rejoined, "that for your work
with the high school athletes you accept a salary of only one
dollar a year, in place of the hundred dollars that the Athletic
Association offered."
"Well, if I cut prices in selected instances, that's my own affair,
isn't it?" smiled the physician.
"Now, we'll go on with the training work," Dick soon announced,
stepping forward. "Reade! Darrin!"
So the work went on, though it was not quite so grilling after
that. The girls looked on with interest, at first, but there
was no contest in hand---nothing for any "side" to win, so presently
the high school girls found the spectacle less interesting.
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