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.