Cotner assured himself that no Springdale scouts had gained admission to the field that day and passed the news to Dick. Consequently, in the third and fourth periods, the team tried out some of the new plays on Weston and saw with much satisfaction that they puzzled the adversary and gained ground. Although a light team, Weston was quick to size-up plays, and that the new ones succeeded against her argued particularly well for them. Dick put in what was practically an entirely substitute line-up in the fourth quarter and the subs gave an excellent account of themselves. When the final whistle blew the score was Clearfield 26, Weston 0. There still remained much to be accomplished in the remaining four days of practice before the Springdale contest, but, on the whole, Dick was satisfied with the work of his charges. The attack was not yet as smooth as he wanted it, but on the defense the team had shown up finely, and against a team which, if not powerful, was more than ordinarily versatile and resourceful. Dick’s defense against forward passes worked well, and Gordon Merrick at left end and Felker at right covered themselves with glory. Clearfield’s own attempts at forward passing were not very successful, but Weston had been coached to guard against such plays and was consequently hard to deceive. The Number 8 Play did, however, catch her napping on two occasions. The school at large went away highly pleased with the showing of their team and predicting rout and disaster for Springdale the following Saturday. Springdale, too, overwhelmed a weak opponent that afternoon, as Dick learned by stopping at the Square on his way home with Gordon in Eli. In fact, Springdale had scored seven more points than had Clearfield. But, since it was a question whether Springdale’s adversary was not an even weaker team than Weston, Dick refused to be troubled. On Sunday Fudge called for his blue-book and was at first plainly disappointed at Dick’s verdict. When, however, Dick had explained that what the team wanted was a play that was deceptive rather than merely involved Fudge took heart again. Fudge was a born optimist, anyway, and it took more than one disappointment to discourage him. “I g-g-get you now, Dick,” he said, pocketing his blank-book. “You l-l-leave it to m-m-me! I thought of a dandy play this morning in church, but I’ve got to work it out. I’ll show it to you to-morrow. Talk about deceptiveness! Gee, this is a c-c-corker.” “That’s fine,” said Dick, with a smile for Fudge’s confidence. “What’s it like?” But Fudge refused to divulge any information regarding it, taking himself off with renewed requests for Dick to leave it to him! Which Dick, having lost faith in Fudge’s ability as a football tactician, was perfectly willing to do.