“I know, but you’ve got to watch the ball, Lanny. You can’t tell where the play’s coming by guessing. Another thing, fellows. It won’t do to spread your backs too much near goal. Better play your ends well out and force the runner in, and keep your backs behind center. They haven’t any running game that we need fear, I think. Of course they’ll try to spring something this half, and we’ll have to be on the watch for it, but, whatever you do, Lanny, and you, Chester, don’t let them score on a line play! They can’t if you charge quick and watch the ball. And, Chester, you’re not getting your plays off fast enough. I want to see things go twice as fast this half. It’s their kick-off this time. Let’s see if we can’t take that ball straight down the field, fellows. I’ll tell you frankly that you haven’t been putting up half the game you did against Weston or Lesterville. You’ve got to wake up and fight, that’s what you’ve got to do. I’m well enough satisfied with what’s happened so far. We’ve let them work themselves pretty tired, I guess, and we’ve held them off. But for the rest of the game we’ve got to jump and smear them. We’ve got to force the fighting, fellows. Line up quickly, get your signals off quickly and then――” Dick smote a fist into the other hand――“smash into ’em!” The others nodded, Lanny eagerly, Chester thoughtfully. “And use your delayed plays more, Chester. Try that Number 8, and if it goes keep on using it. And once near their goal hammer the left side of their line. That new tackle of theirs doesn’t look much to me. Stick Beaton through there a few times. Find the weak spot and hammer it flat! But, above all, play fast! You’ve got to do it!” Dick turned on his heel and sought Tupper. “How’s that knee, George?” he asked. “All right, Dick!” To prove it, Tupper arose eagerly from the bench and swung his leg. Dick smiled. “All right. Go in again. But take care of it. And, George, we’ve got to play faster than we’ve been playing. See if you can’t get more jump into it. Merrick and Felker, here, please!” For several minutes Dick spoke earnestly and in low tones to the two ends. Then Manager Cotner, who had been keeping track of the time, announced that only four minutes remained, and Dick swung himself over to the window and faced the room. The noise died away.