“I dare say. Maybe they’re going to send for the ambulance,” replied Lanny with a grin. “Which way did they go?” “I lost them. No, there they are, and―― Say, isn’t that Newman, the coach, they’re talking to?” “Where? Yes, by Jove, it is! He’s looking up here now!” “Put your head down! Don’t let him see that white thatch of yours, Lanny!” “I will not!” declared Lanny defiantly. “I’m not doing anything I’m ashamed of!” “I suppose not,” muttered Chester, “only, just the same, I sort of feel as if I were!” “Buck up!” chuckled Lanny. “Here comes the Smart Aleck who went down to tell. Now watch the excitement when the glad news gets out!” The boy in question pushed his way back to his seat and his companions leaned eagerly toward him. But, although Lanny and Chester frankly listened, they could hear only low whispering and, finally, chuckles. Lanny frowned. “What are they choking about?” he asked. “They evidently think they’ve got a great joke on us.” “Probably think we don’t know they’re on to us. There goes the kick-off.” Lanny, however, was stealing a look toward his neighbors and was puzzled to find them all observing him with amusement. The boy next to him but one nodded impudently as he met Lanny’s gaze. “How’s everything in Clearfield?” he inquired politely. “Fine, thanks,” replied Lanny gravely. Chester turned an anxious countenance. “Came over to see a real football team, I suppose,” continued the Springdale youth with a grin. Lanny nodded. “Yes, and I’m still looking for it,” he answered. “Keep right on looking,” another boy chuckled. “You won’t see much to-day, old top.” “I haven’t so far. You fellows are playing your Scrubs, I see.” “Shut up, Lanny,” whispered Chester. “Yes, we are,” was the reply from the adversary. “We’re giving them a little work so as to get them in shape for Clearfield. No use using the regulars in that game, you know!” “That’s right,” returned Lanny cheerfully. “Put your strongest team in the field. You’ll need it!” “We can beat you with the girl’s basket-ball team,” was the scathing retort. But Lanny, hearkening to Chester’s entreaties, turned away without response, and the neighbors contented themselves for the rest of the game with talking at instead of to them.