“We’ll win this game, fellows, just as true as we play the next half to win,” said Sterndale, undaunted.
He never seemed to lose courage, but some of those tired fellows hung their heads.
“They can out-kick us,” muttered Rob Linton.
“Well, if we’ve found our weakness there, we must avoid kicking,” said the captain, guarding his words so none of the Highlanders would hear. “Perhaps they don’t know how weak we are.”
“Don’t fool yourself,” grated Scott, flashing a look in the direction of Renwood. “They were informed of all our weak points before they came to Rockspur to-day.”
“How do you know that?” demanded Dick, putting peculiar emphasis on the “you.”
Don realized that this was something he could not explain, and so he muttered:
“Never mind. I know a thing or two, and I’ve caught on to some things in this game that ought to be plain enough to you, Sterndale, if you are not stone-blind.”
“You’re all wrong, Scott, and you’ll find it out,” said Dick, positively. “The sooner you get over that feeling the better it will be for you and the team.”
Scott flushed. “Do you mean to hint that I haven’t done my level best?” he harshly demanded.