Fardale was forced to kick in short order. The visitors took the ball at the twenty-five-yard line, and the battle was shifted to Springvale’s territory, but with Fardale on the defense. Springvale worked swiftly, using no signals at the start, which made it apparent that the team had entered the field with a series of plays agreed upon. Wellington went round the right end for four yards, being pulled down by Dick. Next it seemed that Phelps had been sent to try the left end, but the ball was passed to Wellington, who again circled the right end, making three yards in spite of Dick, who had detected the trick. A mass play was slammed into Fardale’s left wing. Kent went down before it, and Clark sat on him, while the tide rolled over them, the ball being carried to the forty-yard line. Kent was angry when he got up. Clark had fouled him, but the umpire had not seen it. Clark grinned into Don’s face. “Wait! Wait!” said Don. “My turn will come.” Springvale had Fardale going, and it kept the work up until the home team was pushed to its own twenty-yard line. Dick was desperate. “The Spaniard told the truth!” he kept repeating to himself. “Chester Arlington has betrayed us again! I was a fool to think he might be decent! It isn’t in him!” He remembered how Chester had tried to bribe Jim Watson to steal the signal-code and diagram of plays at the very outset of the season. Watson had fooled him by supplying a false code and a lot of hastily faked-up plays. But a fellow who would think of betraying Fardale once could not reform so easily. Both Arlington and Bunol must leave Fardale. Dick had endured quite enough. He had chosen to hold his hand on account of June, but now—well, not even for June could he see Chester Arlington betray the old school and work it harm. Springvale seemed on the verge of success when the ball was lost by off-side play. Fardale went at the enemy earnestly, but immediately after the first play the referee blew his whistle and set the cadets back for a foul. Kent had been detected in an effort to get square with Clark, and everything seemed going wrong. To cap it all, Smart fumbled the ball and made a bad pass to Darrell. Hal lost the ball. Hooper came through like the wind, gathered up the ball without stopping, and on he went over Fardale’s line for a touch-down. Dismay struck the watching cadets dumb. Seeing this, Miguel Bunol chuckled and muttered to himself: “Now mebbe Deek Merriwell he will believe me when I tell him they know all his signals and his plays.” Chester Arlington seemed to be filled with the greatest dismay. “It’s a shame!” he declared. “It was an accident, anyway! They can never score again.” Crauthers, Stark, and Hogan were not far from him. “He’s turned his coat, all right,” said Stark. “I did think it possible we had made a mistake, but it’s a sure thing that he is trying to get in with the Merriwell crowd.”