As Dick turned around he saw a tall, well-formed young man approaching him. Something about the face seemed familiar, and, as the newcomer smiled, Dick remembered. "Hello, Larry Dexter!" he exclaimed. "Where in the world did you blow from? Sent to report the game?" "No, but I wish I was. I'm up here on a mystery case and, as I had a little time to spare I thought I'd see you fellows win. I heard about the game. Go in and beat!" "Thanks! We're going to try. Say, but I am glad to see you, Larry. Come on over here and I'll see that you get a good seat. Or would you rather be on the side lines?" "On the side lines I think." And Dick soon arranged so that his reporter friend would have a good place. "See you later," he called as he went back on the field. "I'm afraid not," answered Larry. "I'll have to get away in a hurry. I've got an appointment, but I'll stay long enough to see you pile up a good score," and though Dick looked for his friend after the game, he did not see him. "Who is that?" asked Paul, as Dick joined him. "That's Larry Dexter. One of the best reporters in New York. I met him when I was there, right after I got my fortune. He's a fine chap. But it's about time for the Blue Hill crowd to arrive." Those of you who have read my Larry Dexter Series need no introduction to the hero of those books. Larry was a farm boy, who had an ambition to become a reporter on a big New York paper. In the book "From Office Boy to Reporter," I told how he did this, and in the other books of the series I related some of his strange adventures. The Blue Hill cadets had come on a special train, and the team drove up from the station in a large carry-all that had been provided for them by Dick and his chums. A few days before the game the plans had been changed so as to bring the contest to Kentfield instead of having it on the Blue Hill gridiron. "Well, you're on time, I see," said our hero, as he shook hands with Captain Haskell of Blue Hill. Haskell had been newly elected, to take the place of a friend who had unexpectedly been called away. "Yes, and we're got our winning suits on." "Well, we'll see about that," responded Dick with a quiet smile. "Now if you'll step over here we can arrange the details, and then both sides can have some practice." "Sure," and a little later with the two coaches representing Kentfield, and two from Blue Hill, the captains conferred. "I presume Blake will be all right for umpire," said Mr. Norton one of the visiting coaches. "You mean George Blake--who umpired in our last game?" asked Mr. Spencer quickly. "That's the one." "We'd prefer some one else," said Mr. Spencer quietly, before Dick could interpose the objection that was on his lips. "You don't like him? Why?" asked Captain Haskell quickly, with some wrath. "Because he doesn't see all that goes on in the line," was the calm answer of the Princeton coach. "I don't believe it is necessary to say more." "Well, if I----"