"How's everything in Clearfield?" he inquired politely.
"Fine, thanks," replied Lanny gravely. Chester turned an anxious countenance.
"Came over to see a real football team, I suppose," continued the Springdale youth with a grin.
Lanny nodded. "Yes, and I'm still looking for it," he answered.
"Keep right on looking," another boy chuckled. "You won't see much to-day, old top."
"I haven't so far. You fellows are playing your Scrubs, I see."
"Shut up, Lanny," whispered Chester.
"Yes, we are," was the reply from the adversary. "We're giving them a little work so as to get them in shape for Clearfield. No use using the regulars in that game, you know!"
"That's right," returned Lanny cheerfully. "Put your strongest team in the field. You'll need it!"
"We can beat you with the girl's basket-ball team," was the scathing retort. But Lanny, hearkening to Chester's entreaties, turned away without response, and the neighbors contented themselves for the rest of the game with talking at instead of to them.
It was soon made clear to the two scouts why the
