“I think we’re coming on all right,” was Holly’s opinion as he and his fellow coach left the field. “I’d like to get a line, though, on what Boxer Hall and the others are doing.”
“So would I, and I believe we ought to. Is there anything in the papers?”
“Yes, a lot of surmises, and some stuff that I believe is faked on purpose to deceive us.”
“Well, we’ll see if we can get a line on their form.”
Accordingly certain “spies” were sent out to see if they could get any information. It was regarded as legitimate then, for no underhand methods were used. It was “all in the game,” and there was a sort of friendly rivalry among the colleges.
A day later some of the lads whom Kindlings had sent out made a report. On the receipt of it the young coach did some figuring on the back of an envelope. Holly came upon him engaged in this occupation.
“What’s up?” he demanded.
“Well, I’m trying to ‘dope out,’ where we stand,” was the reply.
“Got any line?”