Clearfield at large was well enough satisfied with that result, in spite of the fact that several of the players were suffering minor injuries which would keep them out of practice for several days. For it was realized that not only had Coach Lovering used many substitutes but that he had succeeded in winning without divulging a single new play, which, since rumor had it that Springdale scouts had been seen there that afternoon, was considered a fine bit of fortune. But Dick himself was far from satisfied with the way things had turned out, although he kept that dissatisfaction to himself. He and Morris Brent were both pretty uncommunicative on the trip back. They sat together, with George Cotner on Morris’s other side, and, although Morris summoned a smile when fellows asked how he felt, an attentive study of his countenance might have revealed the fact that his cheerfulness was assumed and that all the way back to Clearfield he was suffering pain. And although when they changed cars at Town Square Morris managed to walk without much wincing it was seen that Dick and George Cotner helped him in and out of the cars. At the corner of E and Sawyer Streets they alighted, now, since the other fellows were no longer present, attempting no disguise of the effort it cost the injured boy to get from the car to the sidewalk. Dick hurried around up E Street to his house and was soon back with Eli. Into the runabout Morris was assisted, George Cotner drew back and Eli jogged slowly and carefully out Sawyer Street toward Brentwood. For a block or two the occupants of the car were silent. Then it was Morris who spoke: “Of all the rotten luck!” he declared bitterly. Dick nodded. “It’s tough,” he agreed grimly. “I’m awfully sorry, Morris.” “The silly doctor told me it was just as good as the other one, too! A fat lot he knows about it! What do you suppose I’ve done to it, Dick?” Dick shook his head helplessly. “I don’t know, Morris. I couldn’t find anything like a break. Maybe it’s just a wrench, after all.” “Gee, I hope so!” muttered the other. “I don’t see how it happened, anyway, do you? He tackled me all right, didn’t he?” “He tackled below your knees,” answered Dick grimly. “I could see that, even if the umpire couldn’t. I suppose when you went down you twisted the leg somehow. Well, it’s done now. I’m sorry for you, Morris, and I’m sorry for the team. It leaves us in a hole, all right. We’ve been counting on you all Fall, you see, and we’ve built our game around you. I don’t suppose Tupper――――” “He’s not much good,” Morris growled. “He doesn’t seem to get any swing at the ball. Hang it all, Dick, I’ve _got_ to play! That’s all there is about it! If that fool doctor says I can’t I――I’ll tell him to forget it!” “I’m afraid your folks won’t forget it, though,” replied Dick dryly. “There’s just one thing to do, Morris.” “What’s that?” asked Morris, groaning as the car went over a jounce.