"Maybe, but Farrell used to say 'Hit first!' and it's a good scheme, Lanny. If Weston had got three points then you don't know what the effect on Springdale would have been."
"She'd have played harder," said Lanny.
"Yes, but playing harder doesn't always mean playing better," replied Chester, with a wise shake of his head. "I tell you, Lanny, there is a whole lot in getting first blood. I've seen it win lots and lots of times."
"Look down there," whispered Lanny suddenly. "See those two fellows looking up? Isn't the smaller chap the one who went down a while ago?"
"Yes," answered Chester softly. "And he's told the other fellow about us and he's recognized us. See them talking it over."
"Well, let them talk," grunted Lanny. "They've got nothing on us."
"No, but I don't like my job, just the same. There they go. Do you suppose they're going to look for a cop?"
"I dare say. Maybe they're going to send for the ambulance," replied Lanny with a grin. "Which way did they go?"
"I lost them. No, there they are, and—Say,
