[CHAPTER XXVI]
KENDALL MAKES THE FIRST
As Mr. Dana, followed by Kendall, had gone around the end of the stand the Yardley players had come crowding past. Behind them, talking to Dan, was Mr. Payson, and the coach, observing the football in Mr. Dana’s hand, had stopped a moment.
“You’ll be lame to-morrow if you do,” he said with a smile.
“Not me,” replied Mr. Dana; “I know better. I’m going to try to solve a mystery, Payson.”
The coach nodded and went on, and Mr. Dana and Kendall skirted the back of the stand until they reached the edge of the links. Then Mr. Dana turned to Kendall.
“Now pull your coat and vest off, turn up your trousers and show me, Burtis!”
“Kick it, sir?” asked Kendall wonderingly.
“Kick the stuffing out of it! See how near you can come to putting it over there by that red flag.”
Kendall threw aside coat and vest, took a good reef in his precious gray trousers at the bottoms and took the ball. “Drop-kick, sir?” he asked.