"There come our fellows," remarked Dutton a little later when, as he was slipping into his jersey, a great cheer was heard, followed by the Kentfield cry. "Yes, and they've got their voices with them," said Dick. "They're great shouters." When the Kentfield team trotted out they were met with a rousing welcome of vocal sounds, not only from their own cohorts, but from the Dunkirk sympathizers. "They're friendly all right," remarked Dick. "Come on, fellows, we'll line up and run through some signals." He and his men were soon in practice, and the young captain was glad to note that no one had gone stale. Everyone seemed on the alert. A little later the Dunkirk team trotted out, to be met with a salvo of cheers, and then they, too, lined up and began to work with the ball. "They are a fast, snappy, little lot, but I think we have them for weight," remarked Paul, looking critically at their opponents. Dunkirk won the toss, and elected to defend the north goal. Kentfield was to kick off, and on the whole Dick was rather glad, as he could thus early get the measure of the offensive tactics of their enemies. Beeby sent the ball spinning well down the field as the echoes of the whistle died away. The pigskin was neatly caught, and one of the Dunkirk players began running back with it. "Nail him, fellows," cried Dick. "Don't let him gain much!" George Hall broke through the interference and had the man down before he had covered ten yards. Then came the line up. "Watch out now, boys," warned the captain, as the Dunkirk quarter-back began giving the signal. At the line of Kentfield came a man, hurling himself toward a hole that had been partly opened between Paul Drew and George Hall. Into the opening the man went, but no further, for he was neatly stopped. Only a yard was gained. "That's the way to do it!" cried Dick in delight. "Hold 'em, boys! Hold 'em!" Once more Dunkirk made a gallant try, this time around left end, but again the man with the ball was nailed, and thrown for a loss. "They'll have to kick," cried Dick. "Watch out!" The backs retreated, and it was well they did for Dunkirk had a powerful ball-booster in the shape of their full-back, and the leather went well into the territory of our friends. Hal Foster caught it, and protected by excellent interference he rushed it well back before he was downed. "Now to see what we can do!" exclaimed Dick, as he knelt down back of Jim Watkins, to pass the ball. He signalled for Frank Rutley to take the ball through right tackle, and it was executed to perfection. In vain did the Dunkirk captain beg and plead with his men to hold. Dick's players pushed and shoved Frank through for a ten yard gain. "That's going some!" panted the left tackle as he took his place again.