"And will make other teams look sick. Now, I’d give something to learn what sort of a play it is. His line-across trick worked pretty well against Hudsonville for a time, but it’s hinted that this new play is a peach and will paralyze Viewland next Saturday."
Scudder’s curiosity was whetted, and he scratched his chin excitedly.
"It would be great to have Viewland onto the trick and ready to blank it with another play," he said.
"That’s just what I want," nodded Lynch. "That’s why I proposed that you open negotiations with Cranch, whom I know to be a fellow who will do anything to beat Fardale."
"You’ll have to get somebody else," said Uric, shaking his head. "I won’t take the chances."
"Then that settles it!" exclaimed Lynch, in disappointment, rising to his feet. "It’s no use to chin over it longer, and we’d better separate, for somebody might see us together and make talk about it. Keep your mouth closed. Understand?"
"Sure thing. There’s no danger that I’ll blab. Don’t let that worry you."
"I’ll go down the road. Better wait a little before you come along."
"All right."
Lynch started off without another word, leaving Scudder there. Uric watched him till he disappeared.