“Phillipsburg?” asked Stan. “Yes, that’s so. We play them on their grounds, too, and that makes a difference. Hang it, I wish we’d tried a goal from the field that last time. Even three points would be something! It looks like the dickens to have those farmers whitewash us! We haven’t been whitewashed for ages!” “Maybe we needed it, then,” chuckled Sid. “But you know Bob Peters well enough to be certain he wouldn’t be satisfied with three points when he might get seven. Not Bob! He’d want to win or tie. Just getting a consolation prize wouldn’t appeal to him, Stan.” “It would to me, then,” muttered Stan. “You going to Phillipsburg?” “No, I can’t. We’ve got a sort of a game on Saturday with Warne High School. It doesn’t amount to much; six innings and we to use second-string pitchers; but it’s likely to be about the last chance of the season to try some real work. You expect to go?” “I don’t know. What about it, Dick?” “I’d like to. Is it much of a trip?” “No, a couple of hours. I’ll go if you do, I guess. Got any money?” “Yes. I’ll stake you. Will many of the fellows go?” “A lot,” answered Sid. “I think Blash intends going. Well, see you later, fellows. We’ll be over about seven.” “That’s right,” exclaimed Stanley joyfully. “This is movie night! Oh, you Douglas Hart! Oh, you Bill Fairbanks! So long, Sid!” CHAPTER XI WARDEN ADVISES The shake-up predicted by Sid didn’t come, although several experimental changes were tried in the line-up the next week. Dick learned from Cardin that Coach Driscoll had taken a large share of the responsibility for that defeat, declaring that he should have supplied the team with a better defence for the one-man pass. Dick and Cardin had taken to each other and, during scrimmage when Stone was running the First Team against the Second, usually sat together on the bench. In a measure they were rivals, but Cardin was second-choice quarter and Dick--well, Dick was so far down on the list that his number didn’t matter. Stone, Cardin and Pryne were the quarters who would be depended on this season, and Dick sometimes wondered why he and two other aspirants were retained. But they were, at least until the Friday of that week. Then Dick alone remained and could flatter himself if he chose to with the title of fourth-string quarter-back! With the passing of the two superfluous quarters came the elimination of a half-dozen assorted candidates and the First Team was down to less than forty players. It had been decided that Dick and Stanley, Blash and Rusty were to accompany the team to Phillipsburg on Saturday, and, when that day arrived, go they did. But they didn’t go together, for on Friday afternoon, after the players were back in the locker room in the gymnasium, Manager Whipple read the names of the thirty-one fellows who were to report at eleven the next forenoon, and lo, the list began in this surprising manner: “Abbott, Abernathy, Banker, Bates----”