“He’s pretty sure to try it on Mt. Millard, because Mt. Millard will take a lot of licking, old scout. And I’ll bet Mt. Millard will love it to death, too! Anyway, if he does use it to-morrow it won’t be my fault if I flub it. He hasn’t worked me in it once.” “Oh, you can’t miss, Chick. Defending left half’s your meat. All you do is block him off.” “Just the same, I should have been in on it at least once,” responded Chick, evidently determined to be displeased. “No fellow can learn a play just by watching it from the bench or tagging along with the gallery!” But, as it turned out, Chick needn’t have worried himself, for the next afternoon at two-forty-five Mr. Cade gave out the line-up for the Oak Grove game and Chick wasn’t mentioned. CHAPTER XII THE EDITOR CALLS That line-up held some real surprises, and since it was the line-up that, with but one change, continued to the end of the season it may be well to set it down here. Left End, Kruger; Left Tackle, Thomas; Left Guard, Wick; Center, Patten; Right Guard, Lowe; Right Tackle, Haines; Right End, Savell; Quarter-Back, Ball; Left Half-Back, Storer; Right Half-Back, Walsh; Full-Back, Galvin. The re-forming of the whole left side of the line was a distinct shock, although lessened by the suspicion that the dumping of Tate and Dozier and Meecham was only temporary. At any rate the School entertained that suspicion, but the players themselves were less optimistic. The placing of Savell at right end was doubtless another experiment, and the presence of an almost unknown like Larry Walsh in the backfield was merely a wild flight of fancy on the part of the coach. So at least those in the stand explained the appearance of the new claimants. On the bench, away from the hearing of the coach, speculation was rife and animated. The deposed ones generally accepted their fate philosophically and smiled. One of them, though, was neither philosophical nor smiling. Chick’s countenance portrayed a queer mingling of puzzlement and resentment. Returning from warming up with the second squad, Bert, although the act savored of treachery, chose a seat far removed from his chum. He felt very sorry for Chick, but he knew that he had nothing in the way of condolences that the other would listen to.