Payson looked around at Dan.
“That’s right, Vinton,” he said. “But what kind of a trick, eh?”
Dan hesitated a moment, studying the situation. Then, “Fake kick through center, sir,” answered Dan confidently. “That’s their sort of game, sir. They know Berwick’s easy and they’ll slash a half-back through there with the others behind him.”
Payson considered. On the field Brewer had drawn aside for a consultation, one of her men having called for time.
“They need eight yards for a first,” muttered Payson, “and about thirteen for a touchdown. Loring!”
Loring pushed forward and there was a brief exchange of words, ending with Loring’s “Let me go in, sir!” which Dan overheard. But Payson shook his head.
“Not yet,” he answered. “Vinton!”
“Yes, sir!”
[“Go in for Minturn.] Look sharp now! And if you have any suggestions—” He pulled himself up. [“Use your brains,” he added.]