"Too bad!"
"Well, what are you going to do?"
"Going to do?"
"Yes. Saturday comes in two days, and with Hurd gone there's no one on the team safe enough to kick twenty yards."
The Captain smiled grimly, "We'll run, then!"
"Why not give up playing Winston this year? It's an extra game, and they're too heavy for us, anyway. Think what a strain it's going to be to face that rush-line for the two halves. And if they know enough to keep Mellen kicking, he'll about kill us before the end of the first half, making us chase the ball. Besides, he's dead sure to drop a goal from the field, if he gets any sort of an angle within decent distance of the posts."
Reddy straightened up, and his blue eyes gleamed.
"That game's no picnic for either side!" he jerked out. "The Blackwood boys'll play it for all that's in it! Our tricks are good, and I shall save you for the second half. As for me—well, I was never killed yet, and I never saw a Blackwood eleven go back on its Captain!"
This was a long speech for Mark Alden, and it had its effect upon his chum.