“If scouts get into their grandstand that’s their business, too,” said George. “What’s the difference?” “The difference is,” answered Chester, “that they are willing the newspaper stuff should be published, but they aren’t willing that we should see them play. And they can’t keep us out if we have the money to buy tickets. You can talk your head off, George, but I know there _is_ a difference.” “I can’t see it!” “It’s there, just the same,” muttered Chester. “Well, let’s agree that it is wrong, fellows; or, at least, bad form, a little underhand, a little ungentlemanly. Let’s make a rule not to do it. We’ll play it safe, in other words.” This from Dick. “That’s all right if you can get the other fellow to cut it out too,” demurred George, “but if he doesn’t he’s got a big advantage over us. I call that pretty crazy business.” “Oh, let’s be crazy, then,” exclaimed Lanny. “Fair sport is fair sport, but spying isn’t! It’s sneaky stuff! Let’s call it off.” “Right-o,” agreed Chester. “And I dare say when Springdale learns that we’ve stopped it she’ll stop it too.” “She’s not likely to believe we have stopped it,” observed George dryly, “after seeing you two fellows over there this afternoon.” “No; but she’ll believe it after awhile,” said Dick cheerfully. “So we’ll call that settled. Now then, let’s see what we’ve learned to-day.” He picked his memorandum book from the table and began to turn the leaves. “Personally, I’m pretty well pleased with this Logan game. It’s shown up a whole lot of weak places, fellows, and you can’t make repairs until you learn where the breaks are. If we can get through the Corwin game with no worse results we’ll be doing pretty well.” “Great Scott!” groaned Lanny. “Don’t tell me we’ve got to take another licking next week!” “I hope not, but if we are licked and we get through with no injuries, as we did to-day, and we find out our mistakes as well as we did to-day, I’ll be satisfied.” “The school won’t,” replied Lanny glumly. “Three defeats out of five games would be going it pretty strong, Dick.” “Fairly,” returned the coach untroubledly. “So would being beaten by Springdale, Lanny.” “Of course, but――oh, well, you know best, I dare say,” Lanny sighed. “If it wasn’t that I happen to be captain, Dick――――” “There’s a good deal of growling about to-day’s defeat,” observed George Cotner. “Of course, fellows always do kick when the team loses and cheer like mad when it wins. Still, I’m inclined to think it might be a good plan to――well, to make a little extra effort and win next week’s game, Dick. Just for the――er――the look of the thing, you know.” “Bless the look of the thing,” said Dick placidly. “We’ll win if we can do it without disturbing the plan of development we’ve settled on. If we lose, the fellows will just have to howl. What we’ve got to do is keep our eyes on the Eighteenth of November!”