Laughter met that announcement. Mr. Cade smiled, too, but he went on to add: “I understand your amusement, but it happens that this play strikes me as rather ingenious and novel. Certainly, I don’t remember ever having seen it in use. That’s why I want to find the fellow who drew it. I’d like to ask him where he found it.” By this time most of the squad had clustered around, but no one laid claim to the paper. There was a good deal of laughter and speculation, but in the end the coach refolded the sheet and placed it back in his pocket and the fellows crowded out, bandying joking explanations, such as that the thing had been “planted” by the enemy. Mr. Cade left the floor some moments after the players, accompanied by Lowell Woodruff. They walked together as far as the corner of Borden Hall, and there Lowell turned off along the walk and the coach started across the campus on a bee-line for the main gate. Footfalls made scarcely any sound on the turf and consequently the coach gave a start of surprise when a voice called to him from hardly more than a yard behind. He wheeled quickly and found a tall figure at his elbow. “Mr. Cade, that piece of paper was mine. I lost it somewhere two or three days ago.” “Oh, it’s Todd! Yours, you say? Well, why didn’t you claim it, Todd?” Jim hesitated an instant. “Well, sir, you see I thought those fellows would rag me if they knew.” Mr. Cade laughed. “I see,” he said. “Well, where did you get hold of this idea, Todd?” “I don’t know, sir.” “Don’t know? What do you mean by that? You got it somewhere, of course. Did you find it in a book or in a paper? Ever seen it used?” “No, sir, what I mean is--well, I just _thought_ of it.” “Made it up yourself, you mean? Are you sure of that?” “Yes, sir. I’ve never seen any of those plays in books, Mr. Cade, and I haven’t seen many games, either. Maybe it ain’t new, of course. I--I was just sort of amusing myself.” “No, the chances are that it isn’t new. Mighty few plays are. But it’s new to me, Todd, and it might be new to--” He broke off. Then: “Are you going to be busy this evening?” he asked. “Not all evening,” answered Jim. “I’ve got about an hour’s studying to do, but after that--” “It’s a little after eight. Can you drop over and see me about nine or a few minutes later? You know where I live?” “Yes, sir, I know. I’ll come.” “Good enough. I’d like to talk to you about this. And, if you don’t mind, I’ll keep it until I see you.” “Yes, sir.” Jim watched the dark form of the coach vanish into the gloom of the trees and then turned and made his way back to Haylow. He felt rather excited, rather elated. Suppose-- No, he wouldn’t suppose anything--yet! Probably it was all just nothing at all. Maybe Mr. Cade hadn’t really looked at the diagram yet. Maybe--