"Oh, I suppose so," replied the quarter-back, who was busy with paper and pencil. "Still, it was a bit rough on the lassies. There were some pretty ones----" "Oh, you fellows and the girls!" exclaimed Sid in disgust. "You make me sick!" "That's all right," went on Tom easily. "You'll get yours some day, and then we'll see----" "Hello, where'd that picture come from?" asked Sid, pointing to another photograph on the wall beside those of Ruth and Madge. Tom blushed a bit, and did not answer. Phil looked up and exclaimed: "Why, it's another picture of my sister! She must have had some new ones taken. Where did it come from?" "She gave it to me," explained Tom, and his shoelace seemed suddenly to have come unfastened, so it was necessary to stoop over to tie it. "Hum!" murmured Phil, with a queer look at his chum's red face. "She didn't say anything to me about it. But if you're going to add to our collection, Tom, I guess it's up to me to get another one, too." "Whose will you get now?" asked Sid. "Haven't you got enough girls' faces stuck up around here? Do you want another?" "Not another," spoke Phil slowly, "but another of the same one. Miss Tyler promised me one of her new photographs." "She did?" cried Tom, and he turned quickly. "Yes; have you any objections?" and Phil gazed straight at Tom. "No--oh, no. Of course not," he added hastily, "only I didn't know---- What are you doing?" he asked rather suddenly, changing the subject, as he saw Phil's paper and pencil. "I'm working on a new football play," replied Phil, and he, too, seemed glad that the subject was changed. "That's more like it," commented Sid. "Now you're talking sense. Let's hear it." "It's this way," explained Phil, as he showed his chums what he had drawn. "It's a fake tackle run, and a pass to the right half-back. Nothing particularly new about it, as it's often used, but my plan is to work it immediately after we run off a play of left-tackle through right-tackle and right-end. After that play has been pulled off, it will look as if we were trying to repeat it, and we'll catch the other fellows off their guard. In this play, the left-tackle, after the signal, turns back and takes the ball from me. He passes the ball to the right-half, who turns to the left for a run around our left-end. Our full-back charges on the opposing left-tackle, crossing in front of our right-half to better conceal the ball. The left half-back helps the left-tackle to make his quick turn, and then blocks off the opposing right-end, while I help make interference for the right-half, who's got the ball." "That sounds good," commented Tom. "Go over it again." Which Phil did, and his two chums both declared it ought to work well. They tried it in practice against the scrub next day, after Coach Lighton and Captain Holly Cross had given their approval to it. The play operated like a charm, and was good for a touch-down. It completely fooled the second eleven.