"I didn’t feel like cheering for either of those fellows," he said. "I’m not a hypocrite, Doris, whatever else you may believe me."

And, somehow, she liked him better for the answer.

But little time was lost in making ready after the two teams came out. The men scattered over the field for Viewland to kick off. There was a slight pause, and then the whistle shrilled.

Young was the man who booted the oval, which was caught by a strong gust of wind and carried far to the right. Apparently, the ball was going out of bounds, but Blair took it eighteen yards from Fardale’s line, and ran it forward fourteen yards before being grassed by Warwick.

There the teams lined up, but a single change having been made on either side. For the visitors Hagan had replaced Low as left guard.

"26—28—15—F—100—4," came the signal, and the tackles-back formation was made, the ball going to Stanton on the pass. Stanton found an opening through the center, was tackled, but dragged his tackler along to one side for a gain of fully six yards.

This was the kind of work that always proved surprising to the team that faced Fardale at the opening of the second half. It made Viewland angry, and the captain talked sharply to his men who had permitted Stanton to get through.

Then Viewland stiffened up wonderfully, and held the assaults for downs till Fardale was compelled to kick. Singleton took into account the wind, and was careful not to have it carry the ball out of bounds, as they were still near the side-lines. Up into the wind he drove the ball, till it fell into the hands of Jordan, who made a forward dash of eleven yards, and was brought down with a terrible shock by Burrows, five yards from the center of the field.

Jordan was hurt. Out came the bucket of water, and he was soused till he gasped for breath. But when he tried to get up he toppled over, and was ordered off the field. He went with reluctance, a red-headed chap trotting out to fill his position. The name of the newcomer was Quimby, and the Viewland crowd gave him a cheer.

"He’s better than Jordan," declared more than one. "He ought to be on the team, anyhow."